Crime Brulee

[pp.160-1] Dangerous Waters… I fought desperately to the surface, where I heard shrieks…if I could get out before the hungry swamp creatures attacked. I went under, bobbed up, spat out more slimy growths… "Hang on," the foghorn roared. I clung for dear life and, trailing nasty, rotting fronds, was dragged through the water to rickety steps that had been nailed haphazardly to the wharf poles. Arms and legs trembling, dripping liquid mud, I began to climb. I almost fainted when I felt a crossbar tilt under my foot, but by then a sturdy Cajun on the wharf had grasped my arm… "I was shoved," I announced, incensed. He paid no attention but dragged me toward the waiting van... Excerpted from Crime Brulee by Nancy Fairbanks All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.