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Prologue

T he form drifted eerily

From a distance, it almost appeared to be a woman

At first Genevieve Wallace didn’t knohat she was seeing There it was at the botto almost like…a woman

She looked to her left and saw that Vic Dae that created a cavelike effect in the pristine waters With what they had recently learned about the La Doña, they were trying to see what ht

The easy, rhyth filled her ears, and she looked at her air gauge She still had twenty thousand psi, and her depthbetween forty-five and fifty-five feet beneath the surface She could check out the strange for her own safety

The water was like crystal, a shireen The temperature, too, was absolutely perfect It was a wonderful afternoon in which to take the time to explore the smallest detail that drew her curiosity

Last week, when they had started working the area, it had been different Their first day out, three members of their five-person crew had been violently ill, including Marshall Miro, the owner of Deep Down Salvage Gen didn’t get seasick, but with everyone around her heaving…it hadn’t been pleasant But now the winds had died down colass The sand had settled

Visibility was good

It was al to her Still hearing the rhythave a kick of her fins and started tohatever it ht that someone had dropped a mannequin in the ocean Froot, the more that impression became set in her mind Yes, it was sohtened, but she could feel a frown of curiosity creasing her brow as she moved closer

Blond hair floated freely in the water, creating a halo effect around thesoft and beautiful--eerily lifelike--about it Kicking to propel herself directly in front of it, she saw that it was dressed in a white gohich billoith the movement of the water

The serenelyof deepest sadness in her

She almost reached out in sympathy

Almost…

With a shock, she realized that it was down here on the ocean floor because it eighted There was rope around the ankles, connected to a canvas bag full of what see stopped abruptly

She had to force herself to breathe again

It wasn’t a mannequin The body was real

The blood in her veins turned to ice Sickened, she did reach out, knowing she had to touch the face There was no hope the wo air bubbles; there had been no other boat for her to have come from…and yet she knew she had to touch her, find out if there were soers were about to make contact with the woe blue eyes opened and rested on Genevieve’s They were filled with sadness