Frankie has never been keen on the beach, and her idea of making a big splash involves a nice, deep soaking tub. And she's sure as heck never sprouted a tail while sitting in one of those! But, here she is, the wrong side of Nemo, hold the tuna-breath. While she likes the ability to breathe under-water, she isn't sure about that big old tail. She's never been this broad across the beam, ever. Of course she's just getting used to this when Zane drops a bombshell, or in this case, silver shell. If Frankie knew picking the Vendimori up off the seafloor would activate the death curse it's been infused with, she'd have left it right where it was. Shame she's a bit of a magpie when it comes to shiny things. No sooner has Zane seen her treasure, than the first body floats by. Concerned Zane might be next; Frankie is itching to track down the culprit, even if this means a side trip to Zane's home island in the Mediterranean. At risk of Zane's family finding out Frankie isn't the pure-bred witch needed to qualify as Zane's life partner, add in the ever-present risk of dying, this is not your normal home-coming.