Havana Storm (Dirk Pitt)
Clive Cussler, Dirk Cussler
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Dirk Pitt returns, in the thrilling new novel from the grand master of adventure and #1 New York Times bestselling author.
While investigating a toxic outbreak in the Caribbean Sea that may ultimately threaten the United States, Pitt unwittingly becomes involved in something even more dangerous—a post-Castro power struggle for control of Cuba. Meanwhile, Pitt’s children, marine engineer Dirk and oceanographer Summer, are on an investigation of their own, chasing an Aztec stone that may reveal the whereabouts of a vast treasure.
The stone was supposedly destroyed on the battleship Maine in Havana Harbor in 1898, which brings them both to Cuba as well—and squarely into harm’s way. The three of them have been in desperate situations before…but perhaps never quite as dire as the one facing them now.
adjusted the breathing mixture. Provided they could keep warm, the bell carried sufficient power and emergency gas for two to three days. Given their proximity to Florida and the Gulf, it was plenty of time for a saturation-equipped rescue ship to reach the site. “Scrubbers are on. Air mix looks good.” He eyed a mechanical gauge. “Pressure stable at six hundred and twenty feet.” During normal operations, the bell’s atmospherics were managed by a dive supervision team on the Alta. A measured
a lot like one of the Aztec deities.” He looked at Giordino with curiosity. “You said you found this on a canoe?” Giordino nodded and slid over the photos. “Images we took from the Starfish, at a depth of twelve hundred feet.” “The stone depicts the voyage of several large boats on a pilgrimage to the Aztec’s homeland,” Dirk said. “Dr. Madero told us that while the Mayans were known to trade at sea, there’s no record of the Aztecs traveling offshore.” “Then either the canoe is Mayan or
mine.” Pitt gave him a steely gaze. “It will be your problem when the world discovers you caused it intentionally as part of your uranium mining operation.” Díaz chuckled. “That’s not about to happen, my friend. Now, on your feet.” The guards jabbed their assault rifles at Pitt. He rose, and Summer followed suit. Díaz looked at her and shook his head. “I’m afraid you won’t be going with him this time.” He turned to the guards. “You will be escorting him to Havana. The helicopter is waiting.”
stroking against the current. The pain surged through him, but he forged on until a ripple of white foam beckoned at the surf line. His feet touched bottom, and he staggered toward a thick stand of foliage up the beach. A warm trickle flowed down his neck and left shoulder and he realized the cable hook had gouged him when he jumped. Pitt staggered exhausted to the bushes. Approaching a tall banyan tree, the exertion, pain, and loss of blood finally reached their zenith. He fell to his knees and
of who I am. I set down my brush that day and vowed never to paint again as long as the state suppressed my work.” She looked at Pitt with envy. “Cuba has lived for too long fighting a blanket of oppression against its own spirit. Perhaps change is finally in the air. I pray the change will be only for the good.” “When power is up for grabs,” Pitt said, “the first casualty is often liberty.” “There are always dark forces at play, it seems. Tell me, Mr. Pitt, what are you doing in Cuba?” Pitt