When a mangled, bikini-clad torso gets entangled in an Antilla fishing net, and a US senator sorrowfully claims it as his daughter, spoiled post-deb Angelica Wattles, island pilot (with a CIA/FBI/DEA hush-hush past) Alex Sanders suggests to him that it just might be someone else's child. Then Alex's plane is sabotaged, and he and his tentatively reconciled lover, scuba instructor Chicago, must take it on the lam--a trek that takes them from Miami to Belize to the Yucatan in pursuit of the lively, pouty Angelica- -and within shooting range of a six-foot female assassin, plus several sets of kidnappers. Meanwhile, a D.C. reporter is investigating the senator's connection to Southstate Chemicals, Middle East poison-gas merchants, and to a controversial bill in Congress. After much derring-do--both in the air and underwater- -Alex and Chicago manage to wrest Angelica from the many kidnappers, assassins, and conniving politicos; the reporter breaks the story live; the senator is in disgrace; and Angelica, at long last, stops whining. The politics and poisons scenario is credible, if none too fresh, but the action sequences, particularly those underwater, are first-rate. As in McKernan's Osprey Reef, the dialogue is nice, and the deb sendup hilarious.