Bullet River (The Garbage Collector 2) Page 5

  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

  About the Author

  Dani Amore is a crime novelist living in Los Angeles, California. You can learn more about her at http://www.daniamore.com

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