Sharks sometimes lurk off the beaches of Delaware, drawn by the activity of thousands of carefree visitors in the water, but they don't come often and they rarely stay long. But that's in the ocean. On the land side of those same beaches the sharks are always there, the jangle of cash registers and the constant thrum of commerce and development a magnet for those who seek not blood but money, but who don't mind a little blood if it means the money is coming. Bill Flaherty had to get away from D.C., away from the job and the girl and the crime and the summer heat, and when an old friend invited him to spend the summer in his oceanside mansion on the Delaware Shore it seemed like the perfect place to get away from it all and unwind and think about starting over. He took a chance and dove in. But he should have known that at the beach, there are always sharks...