(From the publisher):
I felt the air rushing into my helmet and the pump transmitting its energy along the hose and into the old diving suit. I clung to the life line, sick with wanting to be back aboard the boat, swaying with the surge of the violent storm overhead.
It was bad. There were two toughs waiting up there with guns cocked. And they had my girl. It was either dive or stop a bullet with my skull.
So I dove. I took it too fast and the changing colors of the water flashed past like the patterns in a kid's kaleidoscope. Then my feet struck bottom.
And there she was - like an enormous black monster, teetering on the sand bank. Two people had already died for the treasure in her rotten hull, and I was next in line.
Original title: The Three-Way Split
Genre: Fiction→ Crime and Mystery→ Suspense