Ralph Burch

Swimsuit sinners

CHAPTER ONE

"There's a naked girl swimming in the ocean," said the young man.

The older man chuckled. "That's beach life." Then he did a double take, as he steered their motorboat into deeper water.

"Naked? No clothes?"

"She's bare all right," said Phil. His binoculars were plastered on the swimming figure.

"That's new!" said George, the older man, eyes gleaming. "Even in Atlantic City." Then his eyes dulled. "Probably ugly." He knew life usually let you down.

Phil Griffin adjusted the glasses, frowning in concentration.

"No. She's luscious. What a… breast stroke… go faster."

"Wish I could," said George Panther. "There's a problem with our gas supply."

The rest of his words were drowned in a roar as Phil reached over and jerked the throttle of the outboard motor full open. The motorboat surged forward, drowning out George's, "Hey!"

The swimming figure that Phil wanted to inspect was well out in the bay, almost halfway to a yacht that rode the waves across from the Atlantic City Boardwalk. The nude swimmer seemed headed for that yacht.