Deep Fathom
He coughed again. It felt as if someone had scoured his lungs with a Brillo pad. “But the bomb…?”
Charlie sat on the edge of his bed. “Oh, about that, sorry, but we needed to make everyone think we were sunk. The bomb is down in my lab, locked away.”
Jack shook his head, then regretted it, grimacing at the pain. “What the hell happened?” he barked with irritation.
Charlie related the events. The crew had found the bomb, and Robert recognized the trigger as a radio receiver. With Lisa’s skill at electronics, it was a simple matter to remove the receiver. But they knew whoever had set it would not be satisfied unless the ship blew up. So they placed a call to Jack and warned him about the bomb, knowing that if someone were eavesdropping, they would probably trigger the device. “Which they did,” Charlie explained. “When we saw the detached receiver blink, we knew the signal to blow the bomb was being sent, so we staged our own deaths. Dumped a bunch of oil and fuel, threw in some deck chairs and floaters, then lit the whole mess on fire.”
Jack’s eyes had grown wide by now.
“From there, we just hightailed it here to Pohnpei. Of course, we had to run silent. No communication of any sort or we’d blow the ruse.”
“But…but…” Jack felt his old anger returning, fueling his strength. He pushed off his oxygen mask and glowered at the two of them. “Do you have any idea how worried I was?”
Charlie looked innocently at him. “So what are you saying…you’d rather we all blew up?”
Jack stared at Charlie’s hurt expression, then burst out laughing. He held his sides against the pain. “Of course not.” He glanced up at them; his eyes began to tear up. “You have no idea what it means to see you all here….”
Lisa reached over and gave him a quick hug. “Just rest. You’ve had a rough day.”
Jack suddenly remembered. “But what about Spangler? And the others?”
Charlie looked to Lisa, then back at Jack. “Spangler’s long gone. But I’ve been in contact with Professor Nakano. She was hoping you knew what had happened to Dr. Grace. They’ve been unable to find her.”
Jack felt a sick lump in his gut. “What does she mean? I left Karen with her.”
Charlie shook her head. “The police are still questioning Professor Nakano on one of their boats. She asked if she could join us here. I said it would be okay.”
Jack nodded, but his mind spun. Where was Karen? What had happened?
Running footsteps sounded in the hall. Robert burst into the room and eyed the others. “Thank God you’re awake, Jack.”
“What is it?”
“A radio call.” He was out of breath. “From David Spangler. He wants to speak to you.”
Jack swung his legs off the bed, moving Elvis aside. He motioned Lisa to the IV. “Unhook me.”
Lisa paused.
“Do it. I’m fine now. I’ve survived worse.”
Lisa peeled back the surgical tape and slid out the catheter, covering the site with a small Band-Aid. She glanced at Charlie with concern.
Jack stood, wobbling on his feet. Charlie reached out to steady him, but Jack waved him away. “C’mon. Let’s see what this bastard wants now.”
As a group, they climbed up to the pilothouse. Jack grabbed the mike to the VHF radio. “Kirkland here.”
Spangler’s voice crackled from the radio. “Jack, glad to hear you’re up and about. Rumor is you got pretty shook up.”
“And f**k you, too. What do you want?”
“It seems you have something I want, and I have something you want.”
“What are you talking about?”
A new voice came on the line. “Jack?”
He clutched the phone tighter. “Karen! Are you okay?”
Spangler answered. “She’s enjoying our company. Now let’s talk business. I have no need for this woman. All I want is that bit of crystal.”
Jack switched off the transmitter and looked at Lisa. “My pack?”
“It’s down in your cabin.”
Jack returned to the radio. “What are you proposing?”
“An even exchange. The crystal for the woman. Then we all part friends and forget this ever happened.”
Right, Jack thought. He trusted David about as far as he could throw him. But he had little choice. “When?”
“Just so no one tries to pull any stunts, let’s say dawn tomorrow. At sea. In the light of day.”
“Fine, but I pick the location.” A tentative plan began to gel.
“Agreed…but if I see a single police vehicle, the woman gets cut up into bite-sized pieces and fed to the sharks.”
“Understood. Then we’ll meet at dawn off the eastern coast of Nahkapw Island.” Jack spelled the name out. “Do you know where that is?”
“I can find it. I’ll see you there.” The radio went dead.
Jack rehooked the mike.
“You know it’s a trap,” Charlie said.
Jack slumped into the pilot’s seat. “Oh, yeah, no doubt about it.”
17
Change of Course
August 7, 5:30 A.M.
Off the east coast of Nahkapw Island, Micronesia
Half an hour before sunrise, Jack swam through dark water. He checked the glowing dial on his dive watch. So far he was on schedule. He had left the stern deck of the Deep Fathom ten minutes ago. Outfitted in a Body Glove neoprene wet suit, fins, tanks, and buoyancy compensator, he had long ago worked out of his aches and pains. He swam steadily, kicking his fins slowly but deeply, sweeping rapidly along the seabed. He swerved cleanly around another stone column that loomed out of the darkness. Equipped with Robert’s night-dive gear—a small ultraviolet flashlight strapped to each wrist and a night vision mask—he had no difficulty seeing.
He glanced at his compass, maintaining his pace toward where Spangler’s police cutter floated. An hour before dawn, both men’s ships had arrived on the eastern coast of Nahkapw Island. Each party maintained a cautious half nautical mile between them, awaiting dawn.
But Jack was already in the water before his ship had even come to a stop. His plan required speed, stealth, and the cover of predawn. Earlier he had been faxed the layout of the Pohnpeian police cutter and the code to the cipher lock of this particular ship’s brig. If Karen was held anywhere, it was there. Or so he hoped.
Another stone column appeared, then another. Jack slowed. Ahead, walls and crumbled buildings appeared, all thickly coated with coral and waving fronds of kelp. Jack lifted his wrist lights. More structures and facades stretched into the distance.