Back Depraved Heart
Chapters (55)
  1. Cover
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. Chapter 42
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45
  49. Chapter 46
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48
  52. One Week Later
  53. About the Author
  54. Also by Patricia Cornwell
  55. 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.”