He spun the combination, opened the strongbox, and glanced at the glittering fortune nestled in velvet. With his left hand he began stuffing the diamonds into his pocket. When one pocket was full, he shifted the gun and began filling the other. Suddenly he sensed movement and someone lunged at him. The gun boomed, and the bullet ripped through his assailant's upper arm as he ran outside and leaped head first off the ledge. For a moment it looked as if he'd decided to dash out his brains on the rocks, then the lean body knifed the water three feet beyond the rocks and came up swimming. A power cruiser was lying at anchor, a hundred yards out.

Ghostwritten by Charles W. Runyon (Death & Ghosts F.Nevins 1998)