"Can you hear that?" Amy asked. "What is it?"
Herring gulls screamed mournfully overhead, but it was another sound that intrigued Amy, a low moaning that seemed to come from the sea itself.
"Seals," Watters said. "They must be out there on the rocks."
"I don"t like seals." Amy seemed determined to dislike everything about Nesshaven. "They sound like Frankenstein"s monster."
"You"ve never heard Frankenstein"s monster," Elizabeth said. "Anyway, you told me last week that you like all animals."
"I"ve changed my mind, Elizabeth Caskie." Amy turned her head away. "I don"t like seals one bit."
Watters sighed. Dealing with teenaged girls was far more trying than hunting murderers and fire-raisers.
"I"ve had enough of Nesshaven," Amy announced. "I want to go back to the house."
"We"ve only
