The drowned man lay in the bottom of the shrimp trawler's net that had just been winched up on deck. His wet suit was made of black foam rubber, and at first everyone thought he was an unlucky porpoise, scooped up from the sandy floor of the Gulf of Mexico. Moments later, another dead diver joined him on the deck of the shrimp boat, and Warren Stone found himself in the center of a drug war being fought on the streets of Continental America's Southernmost...