It takes one to recognise one. This was a man trained to live with, and by, violence. He was muscle, a soldier, in the jargon. I had hoped never to see this kind of barracuda cruising St Mary\'s placid waters. It gave me a sick little slide in the guts to know that it had found me out again. He left that life behind. But that life hasn\'t left him . . . Harry Fletcher lives a quiet life these days, running a tourist fishing boat from the peaceful island of St Mary\'s, off the South African coast. Then his next group arrives, with very specific instructions for Harry - instructions that suggest they know exactly who he is. Before he knows it, Harry has been swept back into a world of greed and violence, of men who will do anything to get their hands on the treasure under the sea, and of women who are too beautiful to trust. But when the Great Mogul diamond is the prize, all Harry knows is that he\'ll do anything to get there first . . .