Cutter Lake's smooth surface flashed past the end of the dock as Crew pulled into the parking lot and stopped on the far side of the large, white pickup truck, the cap bearing the Tortuga Divers logo. I parked beside him, waving at Chantal where she leaned against the passenger's door, talking intently with Anja, instant concern tightening the already tense line running up the center of my back to my now aching shoulders at the sight of their grim expressions. A million worries ...