Chapter 90

In addition, Dinah had spotted that shark, although I didn’t see any just then. I also didn’t see any piranhas, but that didn’t mean they weren’t lurking in the flooded forest. I stayed wary.

Out of the heavy growth of vegetation swam a peacock bass, easily twenty-eight pounds. My mouth watered, and I promised myself I’d come looking for it as soon as I found something for Carlos.

My oxygen tank had been rated for two hours’ worth of compressed air, and I’d already used up about half that studying the area at the mouth of the lagoon; I didn’t want to stay below too much longer. With a lazy kick of my flippers, my arms firmly at my sides, I angled toward the bottom, searching for anything that didn’t look as if it belonged in this paradise.