“If you’d asked me two days ago—” she said.
“People lose touch as they get older.” Solly squinted at the sun. The sloop rose and fell. “It happens.”
They listened to the sea.
“I almost feel,” said Kim, “as if I owe it to Emily to do something.”
“Emily would tell you to forget it.”
Kim laughed. That was funny. Emily was by no means a mark for every weird idea, but there had been something in her that wanted to get beyond the merely physical universe. Given a choice between daylight and darkness, she’d have opted for the night every time. “No,” she said. “Emily would have wanted me to do something. Not just let it go.”
“Like run up to Severin?”
She made a face. “I know. It’s dumb even to think about it.”
Solly shrugged. “Turn it into a vacation.”
“I’m going to have to get back to him. To Sheyel. I don’t like the way we left things.”
“And you don’t want to call him and tell him—”
“—Right. That I didn’t bother to check out the woods.”
They both laughed. The wind brought some spray inboard.
“Solly, I’ll just say I didn’t have time to go. That I’ll get around to it when I can.”
“Didn’t you tell me this guy was a good teacher?”
“Yeah. He was good.”
“And you’re going to tell him you didn’t have time to check something out for him? That you were too busy? Even though your sister was involved?”
“Solly, I don’t really want to get caught up in this.”
“Then don’t.” His sensors picked up the wreck, and he tacked a few points to port. “Moving up on it,” he said.
“I mean, what happens to my reputation if it gets around I’ve gone ghost hunting?”
“Kim, why don’t you take him at his word? We both know you’re not going to sleep until you do. Look, it’s only a few hours to Severin. Do it. What did he say was out there? A spook?”
“He didn’t exactly say. ‘Something’s loose.’”
“Well, that could be pretty much anything.”
“I think he was suggesting I’d know it when I saw it.”
“Give it a chance. When nothing happens you can tell him you tried.”
He dropped anchor and they changed into their wet suits. Kim folded her clothes carefully on the cabin bunk, then removed her silver earrings and laid them on top of her blouse. They were dolphins, given to her years ago by an otherwise forgettable amour. Then they sat down on the deck and resumed the conversation while they pulled on flippers and adjusted thermostats. Kim knew that the dive could not be made until the Tolliver issue was settled.
“You think I owe him that,” she said.
“I think you owe it to yourself.” He put his mask on, adjusted it, attached the converter, and took a deep breath. “I’ll go with you, if you want.”
“You really would?”
“I’m on an off-rotation for a couple of weeks. Plenty of time available if you’d like to do it.”
Actually, she did. “Okay,” she said. “I’m supposed to talk to the Germane Society the day after tomorrow. Wednesday. And I’ve got a fund-raiser at Sky Harbor next Saturday.”
“What’s next Saturday?”
“The Star Queen christening. Maybe this weekend would be a good time.”
“I don’t think I want to ask you what the Germane Society is.”
“They are relevant.”
Solly grinned. “Is it a luncheon?”
“Yes.”
“Why wait till the weekend? Eagle Point’s a tourist spot. Cheaper to hit it now. Why don’t we leave Wednesday afternoon? After the Relevant Society—?”
“—Germane—”
“Whatever.”
“You sound terribly interested all of a sudden.”
“A night in the Severin Valley with a beautiful woman? Why wouldn’t I be interested?”
Her relationship with Solly was purely platonic. He’d been married when they first met, so they became friends before they could have become lovers. She’d liked him from the first. When Solly became eligible after he and his wife had failed to renew the marriage, she had considered signaling a romantic interest. But he’d seemed reluctant. Best way he knew of, he said, to put a rift between them. She’d wondered whether there was a secret agenda somewhere, perhaps another woman. Or whether he meant what he said. Eventually the arrangement came to seem quite natural.
“I used the VR this morning,” she said, “after I got off the circuit with Sheyel.” She pulled the converter on over her shoulders and connected it. “I spent an hour looking at the Severin woods. They’re just woods.”
“It’s not quite the same as being there,” said Solly.
A wave passed under the boat and set it rocking. He dipped his mask in the water and put it on. “What about Kane? What happened to him?”
“He retired after the Hunter incident. Went into seclusion, I guess. I haven’t done much research on him yet.”
“Aha.”
“What aha! What are you trying to say?”
“Research? So we are interested in this, are we?”
She rolled her eyes. “Just curiosity. He stayed in Severin Village until they evacuated. When they took down the dam. He moved to Terminal City after that, and then he headed out. Eventually landed on Earth. Canada. Lived on his retirement income, I guess.”
“Is he still alive?”
“He died a few years ago trying to rescue some kids. In a forest fire.” .
Solly pulled on his flippers. “And he always told the same story?”
“The conspiracy freaks were constantly after him. That appears to be the reason he left Greenway. But yes: He maintained that nothing unusual happened on the Hunter mission. They went out. They had an engine problem. They came back. Didn’t know what happened to the women. Thought Tripley died in the blast.”
“Mount Hope.”
“Yes.”
He lowered himself into the water, and his voice came in over her ‘phones. “There is someone you might try talking to.”
She watched him start down, and then followed him in. “Who’s that?”
“Benton Tripley. Kile’s son. His office is at Sky Harbor. When you go there next weekend, why don’t you stop by and see him? He might be able to tell you something.”
“I don’t know.” She slipped beneath the surface and filled her lungs several times to assure herself the converter was working properly. The air was sweet and cool. When she was satisfied, she started down. “I think I’ll settle for just looking at the woods and let it go at that.”
Bars of sunlight faded quickly. A long rainbow-colored fish darted past. The oceans of Greenway had filled rapidly with lobsters and tarpon and whales and algae and seaweed.
She dropped through alternating warm and cold currents. Solly, now trailing behind her, switched on his wristlamp.
The Caledonian had been running among the islands on its way out to the banks with nineteen passengers and a three-person crew when a freak storm blew up. It became a legendary event because there’d been some famous people on board, and because there’d been only two survivors. One had been the unfortunate captain, later held negligent by a board of inquiry, charging failure to train his crew, poor ship handling, failure to develop emergency procedures. His situation was exacerbated by the suspicion that on the night of the accident he’d been frolicking in his quarters with a married passenger.
The ship’s wheel was on display at the Marine Museum in Seabright. Other divers had gone over the wreck and taken whatever they could. Even Kim, who was usually inclined to respect such things, had removed a latch from a cabin door. The latch was now inside a block of crystal, which she kept hidden in her bedroom because visitors had made a point of showing their disapproval. Moves were currently afoot to declare the area a seapark, install monitoring equipment, and thereby protect it from future looters. Kim, with the quiet hypocrisy that seems wired into the human soul, favored the measure. She soothed her conscience by promising herself she’d donate the latch to the museum. When the time came.