Flush
Chapter One
The Coral Queen had gone down stern first in twelve feet of water.
Her hull had settled on the marly bottom at a slight angle with the
bow aiming upward.
She was a big one, too. Even at high tide, the top two decks were
above the water line. It was like a big ugly apartment building had
fallen out of the sky and landed in the basin.
Abbey hopped off my handlebars and walked to the water's edge. She
planted her hands on her hips and stared at the crime scene.
"Whoa," she said. "He really did it this time."
"It's bad," I agreed.
The Coral Queen was one of those gambling boats where passengers
line up to play blackjack and electronic poker, and to stuff their
faces at the all-you-can-eat buffet. It didn't sound like a ton of
fun to me, but the Coral Queen was packed to the rafters every
night.
There was one major difference between Dusty Muleman's operation and
the gambling cruises up in Miami: The Coral Queen didn't actually go
anywhere. That's one reason it was so popular
By Florida law, gambling boats are supposed to travel at least three
miles offshore-beyond th ... read full excerpt from: Flush ebook
