McCaleb had seen her before she had seen him. He was getting off the main ship, crossing the mountains of the military wing, when he saw a woman standing on a chair in the sea of Follow Me. It was the bright color of a Saturday, the quiet whisper of spring sending many from their homes to the docks of San Pedro. McCaleb was arranging all the trips each morning - a full loop around Cabrillo Marina, along the breakwater and back. At this point he was a little tired, but he was slower as he approached. His initial thought was that of betrayal - the woman boarded the boat without an invitation. But as he got closer, he brushed that thought aside and wondered who she was, what she wanted