I PULLED A MAFIA BOSS FROM A SINKING YACHT—24 HOURS LATER, HIS BODYGUARD BROUGHT $2 MILLION TO MY DOOR

screaming numbers in my head.

Seconds without oxygen meant brain damage.

More seconds meant death.

Every second meant I was probably already too late.

But I had pulled Danny from the bottom of a pool after ninety seconds underwater, and he had lived.

So I shoved the panic down and focused on the only thing I could control.

Get him free.

Get him up.

Get him continue reading …