Mike Alexander was on his second career. He had retired from the Metropolitan Police Department and was now heading up a security firm of mall cops and private guards. It wasn’t nearly as exciting as the past twenty years, and the only grief he got was from the owner’s son, Junior. The Owner had retired to Florida Keys and left the business to Junior. That meant that Mike ran the show and Junior took the credit for the success’s and Mike took the blame for the failures. It was a rut that included office girls that hated everyone, a computer tech that barley spoke English, and Mikes dog that ruled the private aspects of his life. Then something happened in the Puerto Rico Trench. A hundred and fifty miles south of Key West and six miles down in the deepest part of the Atlantic Ocean. The Seabullet vanished along with its inventor Bill Carter. Accident, murder, or a creature of the deep?Mike had to find out and time was short.