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Chapters (82)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. NINETEEN
  23. TWENTY
  24. TWENTY-ONE
  25. TWENTY-TWO
  26. TWENTY-THREE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR
  28. TWENTY-FIVE
  29. TWENTY-SIX
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. TWENTY-NINE
  33. THIRTY
  34. THIRTY-ONE
  35. THIRTY-TWO
  36. THIRTY-THREE
  37. THIRTY-FOUR
  38. THIRTY-FIVE
  39. THIRTY-SIX
  40. THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. THIRTY-NINE
  43. FORTY
  44. FORTY-ONE
  45. FORTY-TWO
  46. FORTY-THREE
  47. FORTY-FOUR
  48. FORTY-FIVE
  49. FORTY-SIX
  50. FORTY-SEVEN
  51. FORTY-EIGHT
  52. FORTY-NINE
  53. FIFTY
  54. FIFTY-ONE
  55. FIFTY-TWO
  56. FIFTY-THREE
  57. FIFTY-FOUR
  58. FIFTY-FIVE
  59. FIFTY-SIX
  60. FIFTY-SEVEN
  61. FIFTY-EIGHT
  62. FIFTY-NINE
  63. SIXTY
  64. SIXTY-ONE
  65. SIXTY-TWO
  66. SIXTY-THREE
  67. SIXTY-FOUR
  68. SIXTY-FIVE
  69. SIXTY-SIX
  70. SIXTY-SEVEN
  71. SIXTY-EIGHT
  72. SIXTY-NINE
  73. SEVENTY
  74. SEVENTY-ONE
  75. SEVENTY-TWO
  76. SEVENTY-THREE
  77. SEVENTY-FOUR
  78. SEVENTY-FIVE
  79. SEVENTY-SIX
  80. Praise for Blood in the Water
  81. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  82. Newsletter Sign-up

He heard his gun fall to the floor and clatter into the corner. Then he was on his knees, looking up at two men dressed in black tactical gear. One was tall and the other short. He wondered what was happening, but he realized it was not his concern anymore. The blood was filling his chest, and he was gasping for air, and he knew that he would never see another sunrise.

Diamond saw the man pulling her hair turn his head toward the doorway. It was probably her only chance, she knew. She was almost fully standing, and he wasn’t looking at her at that moment. As she heard him call to his partner, she raised the empty bottle and brought it down on the back of his head.

She’d never hit someone with a bottle before, and she had no idea what to expect. In the movies, the bad guys always seemed to collapse instantly when hit on the head. As the bottle connected, the glass shattered, and the man faltered forward. He let go of her hair and seemed to wobble, and for a moment she thought that perhaps the movies were right, and he would go down. He steadied himself, though, and turned to face her.

His expression was a tangle of rage and hatred, and he raised a pistol at her. She moved quickly, taking two steps forward and swinging her fist. She was still holding the jagged neck of the shattered bottle, and the sharp edges dug into his abdomen. He doubled over and dropped his gun as his hands went to his stomach, grabbing hold of her wrist as she dug the broken glass farther into him.

The man’s expression intensified. The rage and hatred were still there, but now there was fear as well—an animal panic driving him to do anything necessary to survive.

Diamond could feel the man’s hands on her wrist, trying to force the glass backward, out of his body. She summoned every ounce of strength that she had to keep the broken bottle digging into his flesh, but he was too strong, and he slowly managed to push it back far enough that it was no longer slashing into him. There was a look of victory on his face—she thought perhaps there was even the hint of a smile—as he twisted her wrist back and lifted her hand above her head. She could feel his blood running down the bottle and onto her hand. Then he gave a tremendous twist and wrenched the bottle out of her hand.