|FOLLOWING THE STRANDLINE: CHAPTER ONE, EXCERPT|
"Here was a scene from a tourist brochure.
Come see Florida’s glorious freshwater springs. Wish you were here.
Remember advertisements, Roy Terry thought, biting back a laugh, scratching the end of his nose.
They were beautiful together, the girl with her mop of honey-gold curls and the young man dark haired and stern. The guy turned his back to the girl when she kicked off her jeans, keeping his eyes on the hedge of blackberry thorns that grew along the edge of the sand. Rifle in hand, he scanned and watched. Young but not foolish. Attracted to each other but not brainless about it. Survivors."