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On the second floor, they found a door that led out to a balcony with a wide stone railing that overlooked a sandy beach. The crystal blue waters of a vast ocean – Anna wasn't sure which one, but it was clear they were someplace tropical – lapped at the shoreline with a soft, sighing sound.
Jack was sitting with his back pressed against the railing, legs stretched out before him as he tried to recover his strength. “Lovely vacation spot,” he said, lifting a bottle of water that he'd pilfered from Wesley's fridge. “Just perfect for romantic moonlit strolls, sun-bathing and, oh yeah, murder!”
Anna closed her eyes, hanging her head. “We'll be all right,” she said, sitting on the railing across from him. “After all, we've been through a lot worse than this. Remember those damn battle dro
