“The tide, you see, is a fickle thing: stealing in, sliding away, always, always turning. She comes when you're not looking, a silent, liquid thief, only to rush away again, retreating from the shore like a coward. She gives sometimes too, though in fleeting, unexpected moments, yielding up her treasures and her dead--but never, ever her secrets.” RomanceMysterySecretsNorth CarolinaAdult FictionBarbara DavisThe Wishing TideStarry PointSuspense Outer Banks Author:Barbara Davis