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If you purchased this book without a cover, you should be aware that this book is stolen property. It was reported as “unsold and destroyed” to the publisher and neither the author nor the publisher has received any payment for this “stripped book.” This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Harper Paperbacks A Division of Harper Co Wins Publishers 10 East 53rd Street, New York, N.Y. 10.022 Copyright © 1985 by A. E. Maxwell All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. For information address HarperCollin&PuWis/iers, 10 East 53rd Street, New York, N.Y. 10.022. This edition is published by arrangement with the author. Cover illustration by Danilo Ducak First Harper Paperbacks printing: February 1993 Printed in the United States of America Harper Paperbacks and colophon are trademarks of Harper Collins For Liz and Jim Trupin: friends, agents, Keepers of the Faith. Chapter One Like the rich, California is different. But not that different. One of the new cities up the coast from me has a motto that says it all: “Just another perfect day in Paradise.” Honest to Christ. People will believe anything, but anyone over the age of twelve should be smart enough not to say it out loud. Still, that motto runs through my mind every time I look out the big window of my house on the bluff. When the cottage was built, picture windows were the technological equivalent of silicon chips. The glass is so old that it has ripples and tiny bubbles. The flaws add texture to the streamers of gold and red, purple and cobalt that make up the standard southern California sunset. Yes indeed. Another day in Paradise. But I didn’t say it out loud. If the ocean at the western edge of California has a failing, it’s a certain lack of texture. Fine color, outstanding light, but not too much character. Out beyond the smog that hugs the water on some summer days, Catalina is the color of un-filtered wine. The island’s blunt stone cliffs are all that save the Gold Coast from being just another pretty face.
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