every few years when a kid vanishes after diving into them or a walpole lifer tells police he dumped a missing hooker over one of the cliffs , the quarries are searched and newspapers run photos of topographical maps and underwater photography that reveal a submerged landscape of mountain ranges , rock violently disrupted and disgorged , sudden jagged needles rising from the depths , jutting crags of cliff face appearing like ghosts of atlantis under a hundred feet of rain .