It was she! The Dawn Pearl! He vaulted the veranda rail, careless now whether or not he was heard, and ran down to the beach. They had cried a little, both. It belonged to his father, and was worn by him on the night he was murdered. Michelle and Missy chatted vigorously in the front seat, oblivious to both the world and other cars on the road.
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