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Nick grabbed his binoculars and scanned the skies. He moved his gaze down along the coastline and the surface of the water. He saw just a ripple in his peripheral vision and returned to the spot. Nothing … he held the position, watching and waiting. There it was again, a ripple; there’s something there—and again …
Nick rang Mitch.
“At your ten o’clock,” he said giving the approximate location, “there’s something underwater and it’s moving.”
Mitch hung up and swung around. “Nick’s got something.”
“I’m going in.” Ellen zipped up her wetsuit.
“What’s your radius Ellie? I don’t want you going too far.”
Ellen gave Mitch an exasperated look.
“I know you are a divemaster,” Mitch said, “but I’m not if anything goes wrong and I have to rescue you. Visibility is crap at this hour.”
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