Arctic Waters Paperback - Book 11: A Rick Waters Novel (Caribbean Adventure Series)

Book Eleven in the Rick Waters Series. Join thousands of readers in 17 countries.

#1 Bestseller by Eric Chance Stone.

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Rick Waters leads a daring expedition to the frigid wilderness of Alaska, determined to unearth a legendary cache of Chinese gold lost in a 1948 Northwest Airlines crash. As the team confronts bone-chilling temperatures and unforgiving arctic landscapes, they find themselves entangled in a deadly game with nature's fiercest predators, including a relentless polar bear, while following a lead that takes them to Prudhoe Bay.

But the true danger lies within their midst when they stumble upon a series of gruesome murders, plunging them into a race against time to unravel the enigma of a cunning serial killer. With local authorities struggling to make sense of the brutal spree, Rick and his crew must rely on their wits, survival instincts, and unwavering camaraderie to navigate this treacherous terrain, unearth the hidden treasure and outsmart a deadly adversary before the icy wilderness claims them all. “Arctic Waters” is a heart-pounding tale of adventure, suspense, and survival in one of the world's most unforgiving landscapes.

Rick and company are on the top of there game in Canada. This book worth reading for sure. Highly recommended!

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Low-!ying frigate birds hovered over the stern of Precious Jules as Johnie sprayed off the deck, cleaned up lines, and put away unnecessary items that had accumulated while at anchor. P-Roy slowly motored out of Coal Harbour into Burrard Inlet and headed south. The route would take them around the bottom tip of Vancouver Island, around Victoria, then north again, and into the open Pacifc.
Once they rounded the tip, slow-growing swells breached the bow as they motored into the open ocean. Clay joined P-Roy in the wheelhouse and used binoculars to scope out all the seabirds nearby.
“Beautiful day,” said Clay.
“It’s spectacular,” replied P-Roy.
Wisps of white foam floated off the rocks on the coast of
Vancouver Island as Paci"c waves crashed on the shore. Tall evergreens dominated the skyline against the deep blue sky. The trip to Alaska would take them past Ketchikan into the Hecate Straits. Clay planned to use the chopper to decide the best anchorage. They all assumed it would be somewhere in the vicinity of Ketchikan since that area was one of the only outposts for supplies.
This was the first time, as long as Johnie could remember, that the team was divided into three different operations. While Gary and Possum were working on the same case as Rick and Jules, they were going at it from different angles. Johnie knew that until the museum thefts were solved, they’d basically be in a holding pattern until Rick could get to Alaska. He didn’t mind one bit, though, as he planned to explore Alaska as much as possible and do much fishing. Before they left Vancouver, he had stopped into Michael & Young, a "fishing outfitter. He picked up several new rods and "y kits. For as long as he could remember, he wanted to fish in Alaska. It wasn’t the ideal time to go as it would be getting cold soon, but he’d still have time to throw "ies.
Gary and Possum teamed up in Tofno to canvas the neighborhood near the museum. They walked on opposite sides of the street and knocked on doors. Most people said they didn’t see anything or remember, as the theft happened a few months back. The third building Possum stopped at was a small hotel called the Tofno Paddler’s Inn. It was situated directly across the street from the museum. As he knocked on the door, he noticed a surveillance camera pointing toward the museum. It was a long shot but worth investigating. As he waited for someone to come to the door, he saw a small sign that read, We Only Serve Conspiracy Theorists and another that read Fork Trudeau. It made Possum chuckle inside. The door opened, and a man with Coke bottle glasses peered out. He wore an I Believe Sasquatch pocketed t-shirt and a pocket protector full of pens and pencils.
“Yes?” said the man.
“I’m sorry to bother you. We are looking for any information regarding the theft at the museum a couple of months ago. Did you see anything?” asked Possum.
“See anything? I saw everything, come in.”
“Is this the Tofino Paddler’s Inn?” asked Possum as he looked confused.
“Yes, but I rent this room full-time. I’ve been here for twenty- seven years.”
“Nice,” replied Possum as he observed all the newspaper clippings covering the walls about UFOs, Bigfoot, who killed JFK, 9/11, and thousands of others.
“Sit down, sit down. Can I get you a tea?”
“I’m good,” said Possum as he thought twice about ingesting anything from this hoarding man’s apartment.