Deep Sea Dead
A Pauline Sokol Mystery
Chapter One
"What? A boat? I mean a ship? I could fall overboard and drown! It could sink! Look at what happened to the Titanic!"
My skuzzy boss, Fabio Scarpello, glared at me with -- well, one could never really know what Fabio thought, so I decided not to even guess.
It was more than likely X-rated anyway.
He puffed on a relit cigar. "The ship sails from New York to Miami to Bermuda and back. Who the hell ever heard of an iceberg in those waters?"
I wanted to argue that there might be pockets of cold water out in the Atlantic that could form into an iceberg, but I knew my imagination was just trying to come up with some wild excuse not to go. I wasn't going to mention my being prone to seasickness though. Fabio would turn that into something embarrassing.
After a few more puffs, he said, "Look, doll -- "
"Don't call me doll. Ever." I sat straighter in my seat across from his mold-covered desk. Okay, maybe mold-covered was a bit strong, but I was guessing there had to ... read full excerpt from: Deep Sea Dead ebook
