Bullet River (The Garbage Collector 2)
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There was a whump as I dove from the bow. I drove myself straight down and then out, back toward land. I swam underwater for as long as I could. When I finally surfaced, a wall of black smoke covered the water, and I caught sight of what was left of Fama’s boat still motoring out into the Gulf.
Moments later an explosion rocked the air and debris shot up into the sky.
I dove again and swam until my lungs were on fire.
This time when I surfaced there was only the faint smell of something burning.
It took me nearly twenty minutes to make it to land for two reasons. One, I was not a very good swimmer. And two, I had to swim at an angle to make sure the current wouldn’t reunite me with Fama.
I dragged myself onto the beach, took a minute to catch my breath and then got to my feet.
The sun was just coming up.
A day at the beach.
I’d always wanted one of those.
THE END
Also by Dani Amore
The Killing League
Death By Sarcasm
Dead Wood
To Find A Mountain
The Garbage Collector
Hanging Curve
Scale of Justice
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