CHAPTER THREE
The next day was a beautiful, sunny Sunday. Around noon, Carol Prince slipped into her tiniest bikini and grabbed a towel and headed next door to her friend's house. As she padded in her bare feet to the Clarkes, she looked out at the glistening blue waters of Diamond Harbor. Little whisps of breeze played with her long tresses and she smiled at how good she felt. She squinted against the glare of the sun, trying to see Tom's sailboat in the distance.
When she opened the gate and let herself into the Clarke's back yard, she saw Bruce standing poised on his diving board, ready to plunge into the pool. She waved and he grinned at her and leaped in a perfect jackknife.
Paula was sitting at her patio table, her typewriter and papers before her. She was just putting the finishi
