Heather was far more interested in watching creatures of the boardwalk than she was looking out for dolphins. She sat with Gary Montrose on the outdoor patio of a touristy restaurant, playing spectator to the numerous forms of wildlife cruising by. There were roller bladers, bicyclists, skateboarders, and joggers weaving cautiously through dope dealers and the occasional homeless.
Tourists strolled past in huge numbers, adding even congestion to the already crowded concrete boardwalk. They ignored the riff raff, turning west to admire a fairly average sunset. Numerous sea gulls took turns trying to bomb the visitors, without much success.
The air was warm, and Heather smiled. She loved the ocean and all of its calming qualities. There was only a slight breeze, which gently caressed the
