“Just two more,” John replied, stepping up toward the bow to get a wider shot. Afterward, Catherine sank into a deck chair and opened a can of ginger ale. John stayed where he was, scrolling through the photos on the camera screen.
Most were perfect—her laughing, sun catching the water behind her. Then one shot made him pause. Catherine was in the frame, but something else was there too, in the background—dark, strange, too close to shore.