Something's Down There
A Novel
Excerpt
Chapter One
It was hot, the way it gets in the Gulf Stream during mid-July. Since sunup, Hooker had been stretched out in the ancient canvas deck chair, letting the sun bake him even darker, enjoying the strange feeling that the intense solar radiation was squeezing out all the aches and pains he had ever had in his life.
For the past hour he had been going through his ritual of forgetting, letting the present take hold. It was another nice day, almost too hot for people. Every so often the birds would circle overhead and squawk, but they didn't dive, so he knew there were no baitfish surfacing yet.
He was totally awake, even though his eyes were closed, and he could sense Billy Bright looking at him. Old Billy was one of the few real Caribs left around the islands, and even though his skin was a bare two shades darker than Hooker's, white men were white men and damn well were supposed to stay that way, and when nature turned them toward his color something was very funny indeed.
Hooker felt a grin pull at his mouth and let his eyes come open. For a second they met Billy's, then th ... read full excerpt from: Something's Down There: A Novel ebook
