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A ghost kidnaps a young half-vampire.

"North point, let's go."

We each grabbed our wetsuits, and wriggled our way into them. To my surprise, Jeremy stepped behind me and grabbed the zipper from my fumbling fingers, pulling it up the last few inches. Stunning me further, he gave my butt a light smack.

"Come on, plugger, our perfect waves await."

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TRUDGING OUR WAY up the beach, my arms and legs felt pleasantly weary. Three hours of surfing would do that to you. Even from a distance, I could see someone had set up camp about fifteen feet to the left of us. Two guys, clad in board shorts and tees with floppy hats shading their faces, were seated on fold-out chairs in front of a dark-green tent. Both were reading newspapers, and sipping on cups of what looked to be either tea or coffee. I assumed it was Jeremy's buddies.

Sure enough, as we neared them, Jere called out, "You two are a pair of lazy bastards."

Their only response was to flip him the bird, to which he laughed.

Standing our boards upright in the sand, Jeremy led me over to them. Between their hats and sunnies, it was difficult to get a decent idea of what they looked like. As Jeremy made the introductions, they each removed their sunglasses, and, at last, I could see their eyes as we all shook hands.

Tony was about the same height as Jeremy-about an inch or so shorter than me-but he was bulkier than either of us, with a big chest and bulging biceps, and veritable tree trunks for thighs. He wore his mid-brown hair military short, which made him look like he was a navy or marine guy.

The smaller of the two, Garth, was dark-haired and more wiry of build. He looked familiar to me, but I couldn't place him. I studied his narrow face with its sharp cheekbones and deep-set hazel eyes, the left one having a small scar by the outer edge of the eyebrow, but the knowledge of where I knew him from hung tantalizingly out of reach. Perhaps it would come to me as we conversed. He looked funny at me too, so I knew he was trying to place me as well.

After shedding our wetsuits, Jeremy grabbed us each a bottle of water out of the esky, while I pulled our chairs over by Tony and Garth's. We relaxed, each of us with our legs outstretched, trading information and getting to know each other.

"I've got it!" burst out Garth suddenly, and we all turned our heads to look at him. "I remember where I know you from, David. You're the bastard who always used to beat me in the pool. You went to Warners Bay High. I went to Lambton. We used to compete against each other at all the swim meets."

"Oh my God, yes," I exclaimed, laughing. "You're the guy who used to try and psyche me out with death glares before a race."

"Yeah, that'd be me," he admitted, chuckling. "Not that it did me any good. You always bloody beat me. I used to hate drawing the same heat as you. How come you never went on to pursue it as a career?"

I shrugged. "Since I was nine I've wanted to be a pilot, so, as much as I liked swimming, I lacked the dedication to take it further than competing at State level."

"Pity. We had a theory about you, you know?" he confided. "We always said your racehorse-red hair gave you an edge, you know, like red cars go faster. We nicknamed you Pharlap-after the racehorse."

"Shit, you're on to me," I quipped, and we all laughed.

I discretely looked at Garth, weighing him up. At the swim meets, he'd always been competitive to the extreme, using every trick in the book to give himself the psychological edge over his competitors. His tactics hadn't worked on me-I'd always been a loner-but it had certainly been effective against some of the other swimmers. In truth, he'd been a bit of an asshole. I wondered if he'd mellowed since then.

"Okay, who's up for a sandwich?" asked Jere.

Of course, we all were, and so while Garth and Tony stoked the fire and got a billy of water going for a cup of coffee, Jeremy and I worked together to make everyone a couple of ham, cheese, and tomato sandwiches.

By the time the billy had boiled, we'd all wolfed them down, and Jeremy busied himself, passing out the Tim Tams.

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