DEAD RECKONING

THE SHIP WAS FOUND ADRIFT WITH THE CREW'S DINNER STILL HOT ON THE TABLE.

Fourteen people. Gone mid-breath. The razors still charging. The phones still on the nightstands. Then something in the lower hold sent a message-three words, in Morse code, at 3 a.m. No one was aboard to send it.

Mara Solis hasn't dived since the accident that killed her partner. Fourteen months of bad bars and flat beer and not going near the water. Then a stranger slides a dossier across a Reykjavík table and she's out of excuses-a ghost ship, a blank manifest item, a salvage commission that pays enough to stop running.

The MV Korolev: eighty-seven meters of dead steel drifting eight hundred miles from shore. No crew. No answers. Full cargo. And in the lowest hold, sealed beneath two hundred pages of one man's increasingly desperate handwriting, something that has been open and waiting in the deep water since 1943.

It doesn't take people against their will. It offers them things. What they've lost. What they can't put down. The weight they've been carrying since the worst day of their lives-held out like a gift, warm and specific and real. And one by one, her crew stops saying no.

Mara has sixty-seven meters and the world's deepest dive record standing between the surface and the only place this ends. She has a sealed stone vessel on her back and four hours of oxygen and the specific grief of a woman who chose to surface when she could have gone deeper.

The sea remembers everything it takes. The question is whether she can put it back-and what she finds at the bottom that's been there longer than the ocean itself.

A complete standalone novel with no cliffhanger ending-but the world doesn't close.

Perfect for fans of The Last Voyage of the Demeter, The Troop, The Deep, and Mexican Gothic.

If you start reading this at midnight, you will not put it down before the dive.