She looked like she worked out, not an ounce of fat to be seen.

 

Her skin was tanned, but not too much.

 

She lay down on the blanket facedown in front of the man, her tight glutes only

half covered by the bikini bottom. Ballard didn’t seem to care. He just stared

out at the water.

 

Yet Rogers caught one of the security men taking a peek at the woman before

moving his gaze outward. By the time he spotted Rogers, the latter had already

turned and was slowly heading down the beach. A hundred yards later Rogers

stopped and walked over to the water, letting it rush over his feet.

 

Is that really Ballard? Probably. And the woman? Girlfriend?

 

Trophy wife? Child? Grandchild? Nurse in a string bikini showing off her bod

while grabbing some rays on duty?

 

The next sound made him turn and look back down the beach.

 

It was a sound of gathering power.

 

Then a rumble as that gathering power was set free.