At Malibu Beach, outside of Los Angeles it was a clear and sunny day. The tide was out and the sea was quiet, rising and falling in a lazy swell. From Paul Cromwell's window the waters looked unnaturally still. Max had brought him a cup of coffee in bed, and he'd drunk it slowly propped up on the pillows. He felt peaceful and contented this morning, now that the critical period had passed, and Lisa had given her baby to Kitt...