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BERMUDA TRIANGLE
ATLANTIC OCEAN
EARLY AFTERNOON
“Mac!”
Mariah stared in blank horror as the plane’s shattered nose sank beneath the choppy storm-darkened waves, leaving behind only a trail of shimmering bubbles. “Mac!”
Someone was holding her back, pleading with her, clutching her arms in a fierce paralyzing grip. “Let me go!” she yelled, wrenching free despite the blazing pain in her shoulder. “He’s my partner!”
Saltwater stung her lacerated forehead as she plunged headfirst into the churning waves. She barely even noticed. “Mac, where are you?” she shouted, awkwardly treading water. “Mac!”
The bubbles were slowly fading away. She had to act now, or it would be too late!
She dove, kicking hard, following the plane’s lazy descent. Icy darkness enveloped her. Her lungs began to a
