Neptune's Eye by Paul Kemprecos

Author:Paul Kemprecos [Kemprecos, Paul]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Thriller
ISBN: 9780615899763
Google: PcIRngEACAAJ
Amazon: B008J6GQBY
Goodreads: 20325593
Publisher: Suspense Publishing
Published: 1991-08-01T05:00:00+00:00

I drove back to Woods Hole, looked up Whipple’s address in the phone book, and found his house down a side road. It was a new captain’s house near Quisset Harbor. Big for just one guy. Whipple must have been doing well, or maybe he was just heavily in hock to the bank for his house and car.

Sergeant Gallagher had said Whipple went to the movies and a liquor store the night Drake died. Twenty minutes later, I was talking to the guy who ran the liquor store where Whipple had stopped. I showed him my private investigator’s license and said I had been hired by Whipple’s lawyer. He said Whipple was a regular customer. He bought gin, good stuff. He remembered Whipple coming in that night, just as the cops said. Whipple had asked him the time. Said he didn’t have his watch.

The next stop was the movie theater. I gave the manager the same story I had told the liquor man. “We’d like to assure Mr. Whipple that he has no problem,” I said. “That he can prove he was in the theater for the whole movie. That he couldn’t have left the movie house without being seen.”

“That’s right,” the manager said. He didn’t sound convinced himself.

“Of course, when I was a kid”—I laughed—“there was always some way to sneak around a movie theater.”

“Yeah,” said the manager. “If someone came out and went to the men’s room, say, he could wait till the popcorn girl bends down or looks the other way, and sneak right out.”

Sharon Prescott had told me Whipple and Drake argued. That Drake threatened to destroy Whipple’s reputation if he tried to quit. Drake apparently had something on Whipple. I had an idea what it was. From the movie theater, I rode around until I found a pay phone and called Dr. Ivers.

“I know you’re probably busy,” I said when Ivers came on the line, “but I’ve got one question. When we first talked about industrial espionage, you said there was a spy in your organization passing on information to Drake and fouling up your project.”

“Yes, that was our belief in spite of his denials.”

“You mentioned evidence.”

“The best kind. Shortly after we fired him, he went to work for Tom Drake.”

“What was his name?”

He hesitated. “I suppose there’s no harm in telling you. He would deny it if you ever accused him. His name was Whipple. Dan Whipple.”

A minute later, I was dialing Neptune Technologies Inc. I asked for Whipple and didn’t have to wait long. He came on the phone immediately.

“I’m glad you called, Mr. Socarides. I’ve been thinking about our brief chat outside the Bigelow lab the other day. Sorry I ran off on you like that.”

“No problem, you must have a lot on your mind at the lab with Drake gone.”

“You’re very understanding. But by way of apology, I’d like to give you a demonstration of an advanced ROV model, since you’re interested in remote submersibles. I’ll be at the Neptune lab tonight until nine o’clock.

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