It was a scintillating morning. West of Los Angeles, the sunlight made the ocean look like a picture postcard, too blue to be real. At a beach house on a porch overlooking the Pacific, a young man sat waiting for breakfast. The man was tall, brown, good looking, and looked as if he'd never had a worry in the world, and yet his face displayed a bored irritability. Paul didn't know it, but the end of his boredom was approaching this very minute...