Jaws 2/The Education of Little Tree/The Practice/Excellency [antikvár]

The great white shark was dead. Again and again, that nightmarish summer, the deadly jaws had struck at the beaches of Amity, Long Island. In an epic battle Police Chief Martin Brody had confronted the fishand won.Now, four years later. Amity is emerging from The Trouble. Tourism is up, and the construction of a gambling casino promises new life for the towns economy.Then a spate of accidents begins: two divers disappear, a boat explodes for no apparent reason. As Brody grapples with these emergencies, a niggling suspicion takes root. Murder? Or something worse . . .Based on the Universal screenplay, here is the exciting sequel to the best-selling book ''Jaws." A story of driving action, relentless suspense, and supreme readability.iJART ONE-Chapter 1FLATTENED, blood-rcd sun rose dead ahead.The white Hatteras powerboat, Miss Carriage, out of Sag Harbor, sHthered around Montauk Point. She emerged from Long Island Sound and rose to the swell of open ocean. The two half-suited scuba divers high on her flying bridge took wider stances.The taller of the two, a Long Island obstetrician, flicked off the running lights. The shorter was a Manhattan attorney. The two had little in common except an interest in diving, diminishing as they aged, and a partnership in the boat. They almost never met except on summer weekends.Every spring the physician dreaded the first few scallop dives. Equipment always felt strange at first. The water would be cold and cloudy. And here, off Amity Township, lurked a ghost.The beast was dead. The doctor had all but forgotten the stories in the Long Island Press. The Manhattan lawyer seldom thought of the pictures in the Times. But a secret halftone specter swam in the subconscious of each.The doctor was suddenly cold. He glanced at the Fathometer tracing the depth. They were searching for a clump of bottom rocks they knew, but the graph on the instrument was still as flat as the trace of a terminal patient in intensive care. The doctor pictured mud below, and silt.He shivered and swung down the flying-bridge ladder. He tugged his neoprene upper suit from behind a tank rack in the cockpit, and squirmed into it. He had put on weight.