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The cover of the book had a picture of her, laughing as she clambered out of the submersible, her hair bleached so fair that the grey barely showed, and if there were lines on her face that was only to be expected, after so many years of sea and sun. The first girl in the signing queue was bright red with excitement; it wasn’t until Jane had started to write that she found her tongue.
“Professor Drew, why did you start looking for shipwrecks?”
Jane smiled a secret smile, and kept writing. “I was hoping to find an old friend.”