""IT WAS THE DARK OF EARLY MORNING; LYNNE WAS IN 55-DEGREE WATER AS SMOOTH AS BLACK ICE, TWO HUNDRED YARDS OFFSHORE, OUTSIDE THE WAVE BREAK. SHE WAS SWIMMING HER LAST HALF-MILE BACK TO THE PIER BEFORE HEADING HOME FOR BREAKFAST WHEN SHE BECAME AWARE THAT SOMETHING WAS SWIMMING...