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Dawn rose over the southern sea.
It was another cloudless day.The sky would turn from the etched aluminum grey of first light to the postcard azure it was known for. In the early light, tarpon rolled and splashed like cement blocks falling from the crumbling bridge that spanned the channel between Big Pine and No Name Keys. Daphne cast her pinfish, cleverly rigged with a scrap of styrofoam for a float.The pinfish splashed and disappeared leaving the styrofoam behind; a bobbing patch of white.Her gaze wandered.

A selection of Google Bass Fishing ads orbiting the computer sky seemed to leer down at Daphne as she pondered what she had seen on that bridge. Daphne puffed on her cigarette and looked away from the glowing screen. She could see the bridge from the little four-paned window in front of her desk, see the very spot where she had been standing in the morning when, gazing down the same line of sight back to her house, she had seen a figure in her yard.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind Daphne, from the perimeter of the yard.
"What ho, pretty lady!,did you catch anything this morning?"
Daphne was so startled she dropped her cigarette
"You cad!" she cried."Was that you standing in my yard this morning? You scared me so much I dropped my best junk rod. It's gone forever!"

"Bosh!" sneered Nick, for it was he. "Something more exciting than a minor fishing misfortune awaits you Daphne, if you've got the guts to try it! I've got a job for you and it ain't a pretty one. Do you recall that lost satellite?"

"my powers of recollection click in when I know what I'm working for." Nick sauntered in to the den and stood directly behind Daphne.

"How does $250,000 sound- up front and in cash." Daphne stood up, her back still to Nick.

"You know, Nick, that business about the missing satelite is starting to come back to me, why don't we have lunch at Hatty's and sort things out."

"Sounds fine to me. I'll just give you a moment to change into that lavender jumpsuit you never thanked me for, and we'll be off." Nick hesitated, "Oh by the way, Daphne, I don't know who you saw from the bridge this morning because it wasn't me."

Daphne froze momentarily but quickly recovered. "If it wasn't you, Nick, well it could have been...anyone."
"very true" Nick agreed.
Daphne moved into the bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. Opening the closet she removed the notorious jumpsuit and stripping to the skin she slid it over her lissome form. Adding a pair of dangling silver earrings and a a pair of blue plastic flip-flops she presented herself for Nick's inspection.
"Fine, fine" he muttered his mind on... anyone. Streaks of light spread across the room as Daphne bent over to pick up a pink boa. Nick's eye caught something glimmering under the bed as she moved. "I'm ready to go" she said.

"Not before you have a look at the object under your bed." Daphne looked up at Nick, startled.She got down on her hands and knees and reached under to retrieve whatever it was that Nick was talking about.

(LITTERING FISHERMAN TASOR SCENE?)

"Has it occurred to you", Nick shouted as the little saffron colored motor boat pulled out into the choppy bay , starting the 2 mile trip to Hattie's," that dressing in a lavender jumpsuit with a pink boa is not in line with the prevailing fasions of boating apparel?" Daphne gave him an even smile. Nick swalowed and returned to business.

Nick gazed over the clear waters of Bogie Channel, over at the boat rounding the end of Porpoise Key.

He gazed for several minutes, silent as ordered. Then he spoke: "It appears to be running aground. "

Daphne fished around in her overnight bag and produced a miniature pair of binoculars. She peered through them at the boat, some 500 yards distant."Hmm- the boat has indeed run afoul of the rocks off that point, but the two occupants don't seem to be reacting- they're just sitting. Let's make our way over there and see what the odd behavior is all about, lunch at Hattie's can wait."

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