Bella didn’t remember deciding to go in. She only remembered the shock of the cold water, the frantic kick of her fins, and the rope leading her toward a widening passage. The dive light cut through the murk, illuminating walls covered in claw marks as wide as her torso.
“Thirty minutes,” he said. “If I’m not back, pull the line.” Bella Bare -- Richard Mann Split Open by Monster C...
Twelve minutes passed. Then fifteen. The GoPro feed on her tablet showed gray swirls and limestone ledges. At 17 minutes, Richard’s voice crackled through the surface comms. Bella didn’t remember deciding to go in
Bella held the rope that fed into his harness. She watched him disappear—first his shoulders, then his helmet, then the last bubble of his regulator. The rope went slack, then taut, then slack again. “Thirty minutes,” he said
Then she saw the chamber.
Bella felt the cold knot in her stomach that she’d learned to call intuition. “Richard, let the university send a drone.”