Another Titanic novel, this one so bizarre you haven't the faintest notion why the plot is lurching from one scene to the next in a globe-hopping geographical macaroni. The truly disjointed mystery takes place in three eras at once: the world of 1912 aboard the Titanic, the world of Honolulu on Pearl Harbor weekend, and the world of high-pressure journalism in 1962. Norman Hall, a twenty-year-old kid in 1941's Honolulu Police Department, gets involved in the gruesome double murder of a couple--who may be the couple who kidnapped little heiress Eva Ryker aboard the Titanic. Flashback! See little Eva being kidnapped while her bored nympho mother puts the make on Jason Eddington, supersuave fellow passenger. Eva survives that fatal iceberg. So does the kidnapping couple--or has there been a switch of identities? A double switch? Who were those murder victims of 1941? Flash-forward! It's 1962, and the answer is locked in the memory of Eva Ryker, now 67 and a bored nympho like mommy was. Her ancient father is salvaging the Titanic, and Norman (now a famous journalist) goes down in a bathyscape to view the sunken liner. A fantastic film is recovered from a cabin, footage shot on board that solves. . . almost. . . the mystery No, it only deepens the implausibility--in a garish goulash that a few readers are going to find hilariously, exhilaratingly dumb.