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Grafton
An Imprint of Harper Collins Publishers 77-85 Fulham Palace Road, Hammersmith,
London W6 8JB
Published by Grafton 1981 Reprinted eighteen times 98765
First published in Great Britain by Granada Publishing 1980
Copyright (c) Eric Van Lustbader 1980
The Author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work
ISBN 0586 05153 8 ^ Set in Granjon
Printed in Great Britain by Harper Collins Manufacturing Glasgow
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Acknowledgements
Because, in some instances, I met many of the real people in positions which, of
necessity, are in this novel, I wish to state that none of the characters drawn
here in any way resemble their real-life counterparts who, without exception,
were extremely helpful to me.
I would like to thank:
Dr Gita Natarajan, Associate Medical Examiner, City of New York
Lieutenant Jim Doyle, Commander, Village Police, West Hampton Beach
and, especially:
Dr Michael Baden, former Chief Medical Examiner, City of New York
Thanks to the numerous individuals who assisted me with translations, and to my
father, who proofed the manuscripts.
Special thanks to Ruth and Arthur for invaluable R&R in Shangri-La.
And to Mom, for her courage.






In darkness there is death.
It was the first thing they had taught him and he never forgot it. He could move
unobserved in daylight, too; in other ways. But the night was his special
friend.
Now the high piercing sound of the alarm cut through all other nocturnal sounds:
the dree dree dree of the cicadas, the thunderous crashing of the surf against
the grey sand and the black rocks sixty feet below, the wild cry of a disturbed