The Eye of the Tiger — Wilbur Smith

WHERE IS THE TIGER?

Beneath the sea's glittering calm, where the marlin swam with the shark, fish were not the only game.

Harry's boat was for hire, and they paid him well. He could slip through coral reefs and the law with the same ease.

But two men died. Badly. And he knew he was playing with the big boys again.

The stakes were high, the game uncertain. Somewhere in the depths, a treasure of gold and diamonds waited. The tiger.

Many sought it. Only one could claim it. To fail was to die.