The boy was moving faster now, pushing through the water with his chest and arms. He did not see the fin rise behind him, a sharp blade of brownish gray that hovered in the water.

“There it is!” said Kraslow. “See it, Benny? Davey? It’s right there.”

“I don’t see nothin’,” said one of his sons.

“There it is, Walter!” said Middleton. “See it?”

“I’m zooming,” said the cameraman. “Yeah, I’ve got it.”

“Hurry!” said Brody. He reached for the boy. The boy’s eyes were wide and panicked. His nostrils flared, bubbling mucus and water. Brody’s hand touched the boy’s, and he pulled. He grabbed the boy around the chest, and together they staggered out of the water.

The fin dropped beneath the surface, and following the slope of the ocean floor, the fish moved into the deep.

Brody stood in the sand with his arm around the boy. “Are you okay?” he said.

“I want to go home.” The boy shivered.

“I bet you do.” Brody started to walk the boy to where his friends were standing, but Middleton intercepted them.

“Can you repeat that for me?” said Middleton.

“Repeat what?”

“Whatever you said to the boy. Can we do that again?”

“Get out of my way!” Brody snapped. He took the boy to his friends, and said to the one who had offered the money, “Take him home. And give him his ten dollars.” The boy nodded, pale and scared.

Brody saw his walkie-talkie wallowing in the wavewash. He retrieved it, wiped it free of water, pushed the “talk” button, and said, “Leonard, can you hear me?”

“I read you, Chief. Over.”

“The fish has been here. If you’ve got anybody in the water down there, get them out. Right away. And stay there till we get relief for you. Nobody goes near the water. The beach is officially closed.”

“Okay, Chief. Was anybody hurt? Over.”

“No, thank God. But almost.”

“Okay, Chief. Over and out.”

As Brody walked back to where he had left his beach bag, Middleton called to him, “Hey, Chief, can we do that interview now?”

Brody stopped, tempted to tell Middleton to go fuck himself. Instead, he said, “What do you want to know? You saw it as well as I did.”

“Just a couple of questions.”

Brody sighed and returned to where Middleton stood with his camera crew. “All right,” he said, “go ahead.”

“How much have you got left on your roll, Walter?” said Middleton.

“About fifty feet. Make it brief.”

“Okay. Give me speed.”

“Speed.”

“Well, Chief Brody,” said Middleton, “that was a lucky break, wouldn’t you say?”

“It was very lucky. The boy might have died.”

“Would you say that’s the same shark that killed the people?”

“I don’t know,” said Brody. “I guess it must be.”

“So where do you go from here?”

“The beaches are closed. For the time being, that’s all I can do.”

“I guess you’d have to say that it isn’t yet safe to swim here in Amity.”