by Ian Moffitt
Out there, suddenly pressed against a porthole, was Kolly. He wasn't swimming. He was dancing - a slow dance as the tide pushed him in. Around his neck was knotted cord. He was dead.
Old evils seep into the present as violence explodes again in the tropical north. The Japanese invasion, delayed in the Coral Se and at Midway, is advancing on all fronts. But what can Craig and Lawson do?