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    And the victim takes in sand with the water?
    Not always. Sand can end up in the mouth and throat when the current pushes a lifeless body along the bottom. But here the body was essentially fastened to this steel grate, and sand ended up not only in the mouth and throat, but also in the lungs. And think about where this victim was struggling.
    In an underwater cave.
    A cave with a sand bottom. Drowning is a slow, agonizing death. The final minutes of life are sheer terror and panic. This woman was trapped in a cave with a low ceiling. The more she flailed around in the dark, trying to find air, the more sand she kicked up. Within the tight confines of this cave, the sand had nowhere to go except into her lungs.
    Andie glanced at the dissected lung and said, So, you're confident that this is a case of death by drowning?
    As confident as I can be.
    Andie thought for a moment, saying nothing.
    Dr. Feinstein said, Are you okay?
    Yeah, said Andie. It must be the odor that just got to me.
    What she wanted to say was that she was embarrassed for a moment, put off by the way her own job almost forced her to stand beside a corpse and feel nothing but clever about slapping on a label like death by drowning. It was never that impersonal for her.
    I guess what you're saying, Doctor, is that some sick bastard brought Ashley Thornton down into this cave, tied her to a steel bar, and then swam away and left her in the dark with no air tank. He left her there alive.
    He glanced at Ashley's face. I'm afraid so.
    Thanks, Doctor, she said, the words slow, agonizing death continuing to resonate in her mind as she left the autopsy room.

    Chapter 6
    With all the personal distractions, Jack was glad to be in trial. A lawyer in trial was like a woman in labor. People generally didn't expect you to drop everything and run to the phone in the middle of it all.
    Hello, this is God speaking. Is Mr. Swyteck available?
    Sorry, sir, he's in trial.
    Oh, don't bother him then. Just this little matter of his mortality we need to address. Ask him to call Me when he's finished, please.
    People often said that William Bailey had more money than God. Apparently he had a greater sense of urgency as well. Jack was outside the courtroom, sipping water from the drinking fountain, when one of Bailey's personal assistants tracked him down.
    Mr. Swyteck, Mr. Bailey must speak with you immediately.
    Jack straightened up and wiped a drop of water from his chin. His secretary had undoubtedly given Bailey the standard He's in trial response by telephone, and one of Bailey's fetch boys was promptly dispatched to the courthouse on a mission.
    Tell Mr. Bailey that I'm in trial, and that I'm working over the lunch hour.
    My apologies, sir. But Mr. Bailey told me not to take no for an answer. He and Mr. Salazar are expecting you. It has to do with Mrs. Salazar.
    Mrs. Salazar. Strangely enough, somewhere in the cavernous hallways of the old courthouse, Jack could have sworn that a fat lady was singing. All right, Jack said with resignation. As long as I'm back by one P. M.
    Alive.
    At ten minutes past noon Jack was fifty-one stories above downtown Miami, though he hardly noticed the amazing view of cruise ships and the Port of Miami from the corner office of BB&L's managing partner. William Bailey was standing behind his desk, his arm resting atop a globe so old that Prussia was still a country. His most important client was seated at the far end of the leather couch, opposite Jack, who was in the winged armchair. Ernesto Salazar was a distinguished Latino with jet-black hair (dyed, of course) and the dark, piercing eyes of a shrewd negotiator. He was wearing an Armani suit, Gucci shoes, a Rolex wristwatch, and a deep scowl that Jack assumed was intended exclusively for him.
    My wife's gone missing, said Salazar in a somber voice.
    Jack looked at Bailey, then back at Salazar. Nearly ten days had passed since Jack had met Mia's husband, and it was not yet clear that they