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      Praise for the novels of Carla Neggers

      “Readers have come to expect excellence from Neggers, and she delivers it here. The pairing of aristocratic spy Will with butt-kicking heroine Lizzie is inspired, and the multistrand plot is extremely absorbing.”

      —RT Book Reviews on The Mist

      “When it comes to romance, adventure and suspense, nobody delivers like Carla Neggers.”

      —Jayne Ann Krentz

      “Suspense, romance and the rocky Maine coast—what more could a reader ask? Carla Neggers writes a story so vivid you can smell the salt air and feel the mist on your skin.”

      —Tess Gerritsen on The Harbor

      “Well-drawn characters, complex plotting and plenty of wry humor are the hallmarks of Neggers’s books.”

      —RT Book Reviews on Cold Pursuit

      “Neggers’s engaging romantic mystery neatly blends fiction with authentic detail.”

      —Publishers Weekly on Tempting Fate

      “Readers will be turning the pages so fast their fingers will burn…a winner!”

      —Susan Elizabeth Phillips on Betrayals

      “[A] tight, twisty and exceedingly well-told thriller…a surefire winner.”

      —Providence Journal on The Angel

      “No one does romantic suspense better!”

      —Janet Evanovich

      On Fire

      Carla Neggers

      To my nieces and nephews: Blythe, Sarah Mae,

       Tommy, Rose, Chris, Timothy, David, Sarah Elizabeth, Emily, Dan, McKinzie, Scarlett and Marena…and to Kate and Zachary… you’re a great bunch!

      Contents

      Prologue

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

       Prologue

       R iley St. Joe sloshed through three inches of frigid seawater. The Encounter pitched and rolled under her, its old metal hull moaning and creaking as it took on more water. Trapped like rats on a sinking ship, she thought. Her stab at humor caught her by surprise—but it helped keep her on her feet as she made her way to her grandfather. They were in the diving compartment deep in the bowels of the ship, a raging engine fire and catastrophic flooding cutting them off from the rest of the crew.

      After three decades at sea, the Encounter—the old minesweeper Emile Labreque and Bennett Granger had had refitted as an oceanographic vessel—was going down in the North Atlantic. There was nothing Riley could do about it. More to the point, there was nothing her grandfather, the stubborn, brilliant, visionary oceanographer Emile Labreque, could do about it.

      She grabbed his thin arm. He was seventy-five, wiry and fit, and he had to know what was happening. He knew his ship better than anyone. He stared at the watertight door that had shut fast against the fire and flooding, sealing them in the bowels of the ship. “Emile, we have to take the submersible,” she shouted. “We don’t have any choice.”

      “I’m not going anywhere. The pumps will handle the flooding. The crew will put the fire out.”

      “The pumps won’t do anything, and if the crew’s smart, they’re getting into the life rafts now. Emile, the Encounter’s sinking. If we stay here, we’ll go down with it.”

      He tore his arm from her grip. His dark eyes were wild, his lined, leathery face and white hair all part of the legend that was Emile Labreque. He took a deep breath. “You go. Take the submersible. Get out.”

      “Not without you.”

      “I need to see to the crew.”

      “You can’t. Even if you could get the doors open, the fire’s too intense. And if you didn’t fry to a crisp, you’d drown. Sam will have to see to the crew.” Sam Cassain was the ship’s captain, but Emile would consider the Encounter and her crew his own responsibility. Riley struggled to stay on her feet. Rats. We’re trapped like rats. She fought off panic. “Emile—damn it, you know I’m right.”

      He knew. He knew better than she that the Encounter was lost. An engine explosion, a spreading fire, a hull breach—they had only minutes. “The submersible’s only built for one,” he said.

      “It’ll handle two. Sam would have sent out an SOS by now. The Coast Guard’s probably already on their way. They’ll pick us up before we run out of air.”

      “We’ll have three, maybe four hours at most.”

      “It’ll be enough.”

      Emile placed a palm on the watertight door, shut his eyes a moment. The Encounter was as famous as he was, the base for his oceanographic research, the documentaries he’d taped, the books he’d written. Now, its day was done.

      He turned to her. “We’re out of time. Let’s go.”

      Five hours later, Riley numbly accepted a blanket from a Coast Guard crewman and wrapped it around herself. The crewman was saying something, but she couldn’t make out his words. She’d stopped shaking. Her eyelids were heavy, her heart rate steady. But her hands were clammy and very white, and she simply couldn’t make out what he was trying to tell her.

      I must be in shock.

      Her throat burned and ached from tension and fatigue, from gasping for air as oxygen slowly ran out in the tiny, cramped submersible she and Emile had shared for almost four endless hours.

      “My grandfather.” She didn’t know if her words came out. “How is he?”

      The crewman frowned as if she’d made no sense.

      “Emile—my grandfather.”

      “We’re going to get you some help, okay?” The crewman touched her arm through the blanket. “Just hold on.”

      “I’m not hurt.” She felt as if she were shouting, but couldn’t hear her own words. “The crew—are they all right? They made it to the lifeboats?”

      “Miss St. Joe—”

      Something in his face, his tone, sent a stab of dread straight through her. Oh God. “How many? How many died?”

      The eyes of the nearby crew turned toward her, and she realized she must have shouted this time. The crewman winced. He was Coast Guard all the way. Every death at sea pained him. He said nothing, and Riley knew. There had been deaths aboard the Encounter. Not everyone had made it off alive.

      A man yelled, and she looked up and saw three crewmen holding back Sam Cassain. He was tall and tawny-haired, a thickly built man, a firebrand, a good captain

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