Michael cried out, caught a glimpse of Gavin’s body being dragged down the tunnel into the dark. In the half-light he saw what had hold of his friend, and he let out a throat-rending scream. Blinded by panic, he turned and ran.
1
Sam Aston swam with his legs only, letting his arms trail as he curved around a rock and over a bed of brightly colored coral. Hundreds of small fish darted past, then shifted direction in that mesmerizing way, as if they each shared a small part of a single brain, able to make a unified decision. Aston enjoyed the embracing silence, but for the bubbles of his respirator rising up, glittering in the light. The cool water calmed him. Here he was at peace.
A sleek gray bull shark moved down from above, heading directly for him. Then another. From his left, two more approached, silent, deadly, relentless. Aston reached into a large net sack at his belt, pulled out a fish, its head removed. He lofted it in the water and into the waiting maw of the nearest shark. As the others drew closer, circling, he took out more fish, feeding casually left and right. He raised one hand, covered in a light chainmail glove, and waved to the gawping crowd in the dim light on the other side of the aquarium glass. Sometimes, if he didn’t look in that direction, he could almost believe he was back in the open ocean.
But the illusion was always shattered when he had to leave the huge tank, if not before. The job was good, he got to work with the animals, caring and feeding, even taking part in a little research. But it was a big step down from the career he had left behind after the events at Lake Kaarme. He couldn’t use his extensive marine biology qualifications any more than he could use his real name. Not until Chang was paid off, the mobster back in Australia still out for Aston’s blood. On this salary, that wouldn’t be any time soon. Maybe one day Sam would save up enough to cover that black market debt and he’d be able to resume some semblance of a normal life.
He finished the feeding show, waved to the tourists and watched them drift away, disappointed. He didn’t know what they expected, but they always seemed to think it was somehow an anti-climax. They probably hoped the tank’s inhabitants would turn on him, take off limbs in clouds of blood like a scene from Jaws.
He lingered in the water as long as he thought he could get away with, then made his way back to the small ladder leading out of the huge tank, into the area out of bounds to the public. As he stepped into the noise of purifiers and filters, kicking off his fins, he saw Ashley Carter walking toward him. The way she moved her hips was enough to make his knees weak, not to mention everything about the rest of her. He’d asked her out a couple of times, but she’d always made some excuse, even while she gave him a sly smile. He got the feeling she wanted him to work for it, but wasn’t going to make it easy for him. He would ask one more time, though he would also be careful not to act like a dick. If she refused him again, he’d back off. Maybe those smiles were just her trying to be polite while she had no intention of ever agreeing to a date. Sometimes it was hard to tell. But maybe now she had found him alone, out of sight of staff and public alike, for a reason. Perhaps she’d decided to take matters into her own hands.
She stopped halfway across the large room. “There you are, Pete. You have a visitor.”
Aston did his best to mask his disappointment. What a fool. He really ought to know better. “Who is it?”
“What am I, your secretary? Bob told me to come get you. There’s a visitor.” Before he could answer, she smiled and walked off.
There it was again, that cheeky grin she always gave him. Surely she was playing games. So be it, he’d play along. But the idea that he had a visitor put him a little on edge. No one knew him here, even under his fake identity, let alone as Sam Aston.
He changed into his aquarium shirt and chinos, stowed his SCUBA gear, and headed out to the staff office. Bob was nowhere in sight, but a man in a tailored suit sat on the faux-leather lounge reserved for visitors. He was tall, and filled the suit with muscle rather than fat, and had a strong, confident face under a close crop of salt and pepper hair. Aston thought the guy had a kind of ex-military vibe about him, and found that unsettling.
He reached out a hand to shake. “I’m Pete Cartwright. You wanted to see me?”
The man stood, smiling warmly. “I’m Solomon Griffin, but everyone calls me Sol. It’s nice to meet you, Sam.”
Every warning nerve in Aston’s body fired at once, adrenaline racing into his system. His hand felt suddenly trapped in the vice of Griffin’s giant paw. Was this another of Chang’s goons? How had they found him here? He had figured Cape Town was about as far from both Australia and Finland as he could get. His left fist clenched, ready to knock the guy on his ass if need be.
Sol obviously saw the concern in Aston’s face. Not releasing the handshake, he gripped Aston’s forearm with his other hand, but the touch was comforting rather than aggressive. “Relax. Your secret is safe. Can I buy you a cold one?”
Aston didn’t like any of this, but one thing he definitely needed was more information. Even though he had finished for the day, this Solomon Griffin didn’t need to know that. “I’m only on a break, but I have time for a cup of coffee. We can go to Café V. It’s right here in the aquarium.”
Sol flashed his warm smile again. “Sounds good.”
They each got a stool at one end of the blue, neon-lit corner bar in Café V and waited in companionable silence while their order was filled. In those few minutes, Aston’s mind ran through a hundred different scenarios of what this guy might want. And a hundred ways he might slip quickly and unnoticed from Cape Town at the first opportunity. He hadn’t planned on being found, but he did have a bug-out bag in the room he rented not far from the aquarium. He could be on the road in less than an hour if necessary. But he didn’t really want the disruption of running. It was a hassle, and it had taken him a while to develop a secret identity here, paying less than savory people for false papers, always at risk of becoming their victim instead of their client. He didn’t want to have to go through all that again somewhere else.
Before he wound himself up too tightly about it, Sol turned to face him, still wearing that smile. He seemed so upbeat it almost came across as insincerity. “So! I’m assembling a team for a job that’s right up your alley.”
“How do you know who I am?”
“There are many ways to find people, Mister Aston, even in this big old world.” To his credit, he kept his voice low so that no one else might hear the name Aston. “For now, how about we accept that I’m with people who have extensive resources, and let me tell you about the job.”
Aston frowned, but chose to say nothing. He didn’t like any of this, but let the guy talk.
Sol nodded. “I’m working for a company called SynGreene.” He paused, as if an answer was expected.
“The green energy outfit, right? Solar power, home batteries, all that stuff. What would they want from me?”
“Well, I can’t reveal too much due to non-disclosure agreements, which you would need to sign before you get the full story. But in a nutshell, we think we’ve located a new source of renewable energy. A genuinely world-changing new mineral. However, before we can mine it, we need a full environmental assessment. You know the kind of thing, the geology, flora, fauna, all that stuff. And some other things.”