Thinking of the coffee shops she'd visited regularly didn't help Lucy place Dean, though there was still something nagging at her, as if the pieces were almost all in place. She shook her head - deciding she preferred swimming to mystery-solving. It would come to her, if it was important.
She let Dean get a few laps in, to gauge his pace, then struck out herself, timing it so she'd stay a little ahead of him, provided their speeds stayed consistent.