
Marissa Calhoun sits alone on a beach-like swimming hole nestled on Australia's foreshore. Tonight, the lagoon is hers and hers alone. Or, is it? A tall figure steps out from behind the tree, his face cloaked beneath a dark hoodie. His footsteps slap against the pavement, fast and hard. Twenty feet, then 15, then 10. Instinct kicks in, and Marissa breaks into a sprint, but she's too late. His hand claws into the back of her head. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he plunges her face into the water. Who is Marissa's vicious attacker? And why does he want her dead?
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