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“ Fish tonight!” she yelped.

Then she saw it, six feet of graceful glory, circling twenty feet away. Blue shark. Shifting her gaze skyward she saw three pregnant looking birds gliding into position. Pelicans. It wasn’t going to be easy. When she judged she had only about fifty feet of line left, she stopped winding and watched the shark. It seemed an eternity, the animal had done this thousands of times, she was an amateur compared to it. She watched as the shark turned and headed toward her line. There was nothing she could do if it decided to take it. Then without warning it turned and struck.

“ Damn!” an unlucky fisherman cursed as Judy wound with all the fury she could muster.

Forty feet, then thirty, then twenty, ten.

“ Oh boy!” she squealed.

Another shark, coming fast. Five feet, closing rapidly.

With a jerk she pulled the line, winding furiously and grinning as dinner, eyes bulging, burst from the ocean. But the grin was short lived, because a pelican, diving like a kamikaze, swooped out of the sky and grabbed her fish. It swallowed, fish, hook and all. Then it went limp and waited. Waited to be cut loose. Like the shark, it too had played this game before, it was like the birds knew they were protected. Gone was her dinner. There was nothing left to do, but cut the bird free, curse and try again.

Such are the perils of rock cod fishing, she thought as she heard J.P. shout out, “Mom, that was almost beautiful.” Hearing him say that made it all worthwhile.

“ Did you catch anything yet?” she asked her son.

“ Naw, I slept in.” It didn’t even occur to her to look for him when she got up. She thought he would be up front at his favorite spot fishing with the regulars. The fact that he wasn’t, meant that something was wrong.

“ I’m sorry, I didn’t notice. I just assumed you were up and at ’em. You always are.”

“ I was sleeping too good to get up early.”

She was worried about that. She wanted to know why and though she didn’t want to pry, she thought that maybe now was the time to bring it up.

“ You haven’t been sleeping well lately, have you?”

“ What?” J.P. snapped his eyes away from the blue Pacific and looked at his mother.

“ Come on J.P., I hear you get up during the night and go to the kitchen. And I see the way you drag your butt around the house. What’s wrong?”

“ Nothing.”

“ Come on, you can tell me.”

“ You’ll think I’m stupid.”

“ I would never think that.”

“ Dick Rainmaker told me that he saw the Ghost Dog.”

“ What?”

“ You know, the Ragged Man’s dog.”

“ J.P., that was just a silly superstitious story that Ann believed in.”

“ It killed her, and I really did see a knife that day. I did.”

“ It did not kill her. She had cancer. She was sick and she had a stroke. We’ve been over this knife business. It was a bad day, you saw those poor souls with a knife and you imagined they had something to do with Ann’s dying.”

“ No, I didn’t, and I saw something big and black go into the bushes. It was the Ghost Dog.” He was convinced.

She’d thought J.P. was over that horrible day. He was resilient and she’d thought, no hoped, that he’d bounced back, but apparently that story about the Ragged Man gave his memory something to hang on to. She wished he would let it go.

“ Maybe you saw a dog or something out back, but that doesn’t mean it was the Ghost Dog and who started calling it that anyway?”

“ All us kids call it that.”

“ If you and the other kids are seeing anything, it’s probably just someone’s big dog running loose.”

“ Okay, Mom, let’s not talk about it anymore.”

“ Okay.” She felt like he was shutting her out and she hated it.

“ J.P.,” came the booming voice of Wolfe Stewart, “we missed you this morning.” Judy turned and saw the bearded captain approaching.

“ I didn’t feel like getting up, Captain.”

“ Really, you?”

“ J.P. hasn’t been feeling well lately,” Judy said.

“ Well I got some news that will perk you up.”

“ What?” J.P. asked.

“ Rick called a couple of days ago. He said he’ll be back soon.”

“ Oh boy! Mom did you hear that, Rick’s coming back. He’ll know what to do about the Ghost Dog.”

“ What?”

“ It’s nothing Wolfe, just a fantasy.”

“ Is not.”

“ J.P.!”

“ It’s nothing, Captain,” the boy said, understanding the tone of his mother’s voice.

“ Coming up front, J.P.?” the captain asked as he turned to leave.

“ Mom, I’m going up front to fish with the guys. Okay?”

“ That’s fine J.P., I think I’ll get some breakfast. You want to use my rod?”

“ Okay.”

Judy handed him the rod and watched as they started for the bow.

“ Wolfe,” Judy called after the captain.

“ Yes.” He turned back to face her.

“ Where is Rick now?” She didn’t know why she wanted to know.

“ He’s visiting a friend in L.A.”

“ Christina Page?”

“ I wouldn’t know. All I do know,” he said, with an unmistakable twinkle in his eyes, “is that he called and asked how you and J.P. were doing.” He paused for a second, as if in thought. “Oh yeah, and he told me he’d be back soon.”

“ Thank you.”

“ It’s nothing,” the captain said, dodging a fisherman on his way to the bait tank.

“ Oh, Captain,” she called again.

“ Yes.”

“ Why didn’t he call me if he wanted to know how we were?”

“ That’s a good question.” He smiled his answer, then with a wave, he left and went back to the front of the boat, leaving Judy to ponder what he’d said.

She suspected that Rick was staying with Christina Page. Christina was one of his old bootleg cronies and bootleg cronies stuck together.

Having been married to one of them, Judy knew about Rick’s four big customers: Evan, the Rolling Stones collector in New York; her ex-husband, Tom, the Led Zeppelin collector in Toronto; Danny, the Bob Dylan collector in New Orleans; and Christina Page, the Beatle collector in Long Beach.

She stopped her reminiscing and made her way to the galley to replace the spilled coffee. She took the steps down to the galley, bouncing through the door, smiling at the old men playing poker in one of the four booths.

“ How’s it going, guys?”

“ Great,” a bucktoothed man named Henry said, “except for the fact that I’m losing my shirt.”

“ You guys paid to fish,” she said.

“ And we’re gonna, right after this hand.”

Judy took the booth across from the poker players and watched as Henry won the hand with a queens over tens full house. She wished them luck as they made their way topside to wrestle with the Pacific for their dinner.

“ I’ll be back in a flash.” The cook dropped a plastic menu on her table. “Nature calls and I need a break.”

“ Take your time, I’m not in a hurry.”

“ Coffee pot is behind the counter, I’ll be back in fifteen or twenty.” He took the steps two at a time, leaving Judy alone in the galley, studying the menu.

“ Mind if I join you?”

She looked up to see a big man with close cropped hair.

“ No, of course not, I’d appreciate the company.” She was drawn to his steel gray eyes.

“ I don’t like fishing,” he said.

“ Then why come out on an all day fishing boat?”

“ I’m in town awhile, kind of on vacation, and I was bored. But now instead of being bored in a nice warm motel room at six in the morning, I’m bored on a freezing cold fishing boat in the middle of the ocean.”

“ I’m a little bored myself.” Judy laughed, catching his smile.