Keeping the slumping Knox’s head above the water, he turned and kicked out

against the door. But having to push through the water was weakening the

strength of his kicks, and the water was now up to the bottom of the window.

 

He held Knox in one arm, bracing her head against the ceiling of the car as he

gripped the door handle with his free hand. He opened it and pushed his shoulder

against the door. He could feel it give just a bit. If he could put his full

bulk against it, he was sure he could get it open.

 

The only snag was that to do that he would have to let go of Knox.

 

And she would fall into the water, which was up to his chest now.

 

Despite his training, he felt panic rising.

 

He maneuvered Knox on top of him, her face pointed to the ceiling, and then he

slid over to the door and pushed against it. He could feel it give some more,

but the water pressure was now too great.

 

Shit.

 

A few moments later the water was up to his neck and rising every second. He

felt the car level out as it hit bottom.

 

They were now thirty feet down. Swimming to the surface was not impossible, but