CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Zero grabbed onto a half-submerged rock with his good hand and clung there, gasping for breath and trying to stand against the rushing river. The water near the shore was shallow, only a couple of feet deep, but the pull of the current was strong and, at the moment, he was not.
He had survived the plummet over the cliff only by virtue of the shot-out window. The car had struck the river’s surface angled toward the driver’s side and the force of it shoved him out through the opening. His limbs had smacked painfully against the door frame, but fortunately he hadn’t hit his head or lost consciousness.
I should be dead.
Even under the darkness of the water he could see the powerful blue spotlight of the helicopter, so he held his breath and swam, straining against the pain
