Chapters (55)
- Cover
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- One Week Later
- About the Author
- Also by Patricia Cornwell
- About the Publisher
“I remember rapidly backing away from the bodies, from the two dead divers inside the hull.” I pick up the story where I left off. “Obviously someone had just been there with a spear gun, and this person intended to kill all of us. That was my instant reaction. Benton was searching the ocean floor with a light maybe fifty feet from me, and I swam to him and tapped his tank with my dive knife to get his attention. Then I saw her come around the side of the wreck.”
“You saw someone come around the side of the wreck,” Donoghue corrects me.
“I saw her pointing the spear gun at me,” I repeat adamantly. “I spun around, giving her my back as I heard a spitting sound, then a clank.”
“Your spinning around to protect yourself is why the first spear hit your tank,” Donoghue infers.
“No,” Lucy answers for me. “The first spear hit her tank because that was Carrie’s intention.”
“Why do you say that?” I ask. “How can you possibly know her intention?”
“You saw what happened when Rosado’s tank was hit while he was waiting on the surface as his wife filmed him from the stern of their yacht,” Lucy replies. “Compressed air blasted out like a rocket, propelling him into the air and spinning him around, and it’s all on film. If he hadn’t already been dead, he probably would have died of a broken neck or drowned.”
“His tank was struck by a bullet not a spear,” I reply.
“This is psychological,” Lucy says. “Carrie would know you saw the video of Rosado spinning in the air. Clank! She hits your tank and you’re going to make the connection. Maybe the same thing could happen to you. Only worse. You’re a hundred feet down and your tank gets perforated and compressed air blasts out?”
“A spear couldn’t have perforated my steel tank.”
“Did you know that the second it happened?”
“That wouldn’t have been possible,” I reply. “I didn’t really know anything when it happened.”
“Did you even know it was a spear?”
“What I recall is an overwhelming impulse to take off my BCD, to get out of it as fast as I could.” I remember that vividly. “Maybe that’s why. Maybe after watching Rosado’s murder on video I was afraid my tank was going to explode the same way his did.”
“Then the second shot hits you in the leg,” Lucy says. “And that too was an intentional target. Just as it was intentional that the spear was attached to a float. Carrie rigged it up so the float was going to start pulling you along with the current. She was treating you like a speared fish.”