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Excerpt TROPICAL INFERNO At 12:03, the sea quivered, rolled, then exploded. By the time I got up on deck, the water glowed orange with fire. It was the Caribbe, Elyse Henry’s boat—burning. Flames shot out of the roof, pointing hellish fingers to the sky. I raced toward the heat. The entire right side of the vessel was consumed in flames. Where the hell was Elyse? Still inside? No one could survive long in the inferno. “Elyse! Elyse!” I shouted, frantic and disoriented. An hour ago, I’d been sleeping on the Sea Bird, my cat keeping my feet warm. Now it was after one in the morning and my best friend was lying in my lap, barely breathing. What the hell had happened? |
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