What do you do for an encore to the San Francisco Earthquake? Fremont Jones, the enterprising typist who survived the quake in typically adventurous style (Fire and Fog, 1996), isn't quite ready to follow her enigmatic suitor Michael Archer all the way to Carmel-by-the-Sea. But she's willing to follow him most of the way, just over the hills to Pacific Grove, where she's taken up a six-month residence as temporary keeper of the Point Pinos Lighthouse. The job is not only thoroughly appropriate for Fremont's independent spirit; it also allows her to be on hand when a body floats past the lighthouse down Monterey Bay. Alerted by Fremont, the authorities pluck the well-dressed corpse from the bay and establish that she was dead before she hit the water. But it's soon clear that despite her finery, nobody cares about this Jane Doe--not Michael (now calling himself ""Misha Kossoff""), who refuses to ask his neighbors about her because nobody knows he's gone missing; not his new acquaintances, free-living artists who seem good for nothing but serving as colorful suspects and future victims; and certainly not the police. But it's going to be hard for Fremont to get the body identified when Phoebe Brown, the obliging sculptor who draws a picture of the dead face, soon disappears along with all of her sketches--and the corpse itself. Fremont's standby good humor, and the two shivery and generously excerpted manuscripts she's typing--a volume of ghost stories and a disturbing tale about a man who buys dreams--help offset the lack of mystery or excitement at the heart of her third case.