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HE SURFACED on the west end of Luna Beach, far from the music and laughter that carried from the boardwalk. There were thousands of voices, even in the middle of the night. Ten thousand, eight hundred and three voices to be exact. The nearest was half a kilometer away, but it was unintelligible, breathy murmuring.
Lovebirds, maybe. He scanned the beach for hidden voyeurs. There were none.