At the base of the pier in San Clemente, California, restaurant sounds clatter, almost sparkle, in the sunshine of the daytime. And at night, the magic of candlelight and the warmth of outdoor heaters shimmer among dinner conversations.
Below, all is lively, during the daytime, or calm, in the night, as ocean waves tumble beneath the restaurant. In such a haven, can intrigue exist? Or will it be swept away by the great sweeper of duplicity ...
