Chapter Seventy-five
The jolt seemed to lift the Excelsior under Lena’s feet. She was aware of the shock-wave even before hearing the explosive eruption from the rear of the yacht. The air in the compartment jack-hammered, painfully convulsing her ear drums. Deafened by the blast, she could barely hear Needleman’s screams of terror but she was well aware of a lightning-fast series of detonations that ran up both sides of the vessel and suddenly the floor tilted and she was knee deep in seawater.
Needleman got an arm up and knocked her to the floor as he bolted toward the locker that held his computer case. But Lena got a fist on his sleeve and spun him back, throwing him off balance. His foot caught on the edge of the rug beneath the rising water and down he went, sprawling across Lena a
