This was the last place on earth Jacqueline Murphy wanted to be. She brushed back wisps of caramel-colored hair that had pulled loose from her no-nonsense ponytail. Eyes so intense and crystal blue they didn't seem real swept over the scenery surrounding her. She homed in on a perfect shot, snapped it from every angle with her camera, then let the familiar weight of her battered Leica swing down and hang from its strap around her neck.
Waves crashed, white-capped, against the shore, clusters of children squealing in delight as they darted through showers of silvery spray, their parents joining their frolics in the bright...