He chained his bike and climbed across the dunes to the water’s edge. After rolling up his jeans, he waded far down the shore until soon the only person around was an old fisherman whose canvas hat was peppered with hooks, sinkers, and feathered fishing flies. Diego took a seat on the warm sand and his mind drifted to Vidas. On one hand, he felt closer to him because of their secret bond. And yet it also made him a little wary. What else didn’t he know about Vidas? As Diego watched the waves roll in across the ocean, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by something he spotted far away among the white caps. Was it a fin? His heart sped up. A shark, especially one that size, wasn’t likely to swim so close into shore. Maybe it was a dolphin. On past occasions he’d seen porpoises swimming and playing offshore. But they usually traveled in groups and never had fins this big. He leaped up for a better look, his feet sinking into the sand. There it was again: a lone gray dorsal fin, cutting through the water, like in his nightmares.
