The Diver Who Faked His Death
Language: en
I used to be a deep-sea recovery specialist. That was before I was convicted of murder—accused of cutting my dive partner’s oxygen line out of sheer greed—and handed a life sentence. After rotting in a cell for eight years, I was granted early parole. Now, my entire world had shrunk to the size of a wet, foul-smelling stall at the local harbor market, where I spent my days gutting fish. Until today. My family tracked me down like a pack of rabid dogs. My parents fell to their knees right there on the concrete, indifferent to the blood and fish viscera soaking into their designer…