Liana, having left her house, made a beeline for the beach near Ironwood, where she soon spotted the guy hiding behind a cluster of rocks.

He was sporting a deep gray baseball cap, doing his best to fly under the radar, pulling it down low enough to shield his face from prying eyes.

The telltale click-clack of high heels against the pavement grew louder, and the man's head shot up.

There was Liana, shades on, looking down her nose at him with an air of superiority.

He ...