Her heart was beating hard, she could feel her pulse jumping in her throat.
She stopped swimming and listened.
She heard something, a displacement of water… Where had it come from? Dammit, where was Gallo? She could have used someone to watch her back.
She heard the sound again. Closer.
She tensed, her hand reached down and grabbed her knife.
Come and see what’s waiting for you, you son of a bitch. I’ve been on my own all my life. What was I thinking? I don’t need any help from Gallo or anyone else.
Come and get me.
Iris Johansen
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