You, Me, and the Sunken Treasure by Georgette Kaplan

Author:Georgette Kaplan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ylva-Publishing
Published: 2021-01-14T18:04:05+00:00

CHAPTER 11

The lights were off in the hold of the Liparus. To Gore, the vast, empty expanse gave the darkness an added quality, a realness and a texture that made the lights on the elevator he rode down feel like a beachhead in hostile territory. One being inexorably beaten back.

With the track finished and the workers back in their quarters, the only other light was the circle of work lamps shining on the isolation chamber. In the darkness, it was like a pool of frozen amber on an endless black setting. Singh stood on the edge of the light, so far back that he was only an outline. It took many steps, as Gore walked up, before there was something to him.

“You should be sleeping,” Gore said.

“Who sleeps on Christmas Eve?” Singh replied. “Not that I’d know, my family didn’t celebrate Christmas, but you get the gist. Who can sleep when you want something you don’t have?”

He finally pulled himself away from the sight of the illuminated chamber—a wan, colorless imitation of what had been when the skulls were active—to look at Gore.

“How about those tachyons?”

Gore took his tablet out from under his arm, consulting it just to make sure there’d been no last-minute changes. There weren’t. “Our procurer has the emitter. It’ll be a week.”

“And the payload?” Singh asked the question like he was quizzing Gore.

“It’s ready now. We’re good to go.”

“That is great! Wonderful news! I assume we’ll have our privacy.”

“International waters in the Somali Sea,” Gore said. “We’re underway now. No one will bother us there.”

“And Nevada?” Singh pressed.

“A team went in. Private contractors, four-man fire team. They hammered the target with mortar rounds, then breached the compound.”

“And?”

“We lost contact with them.”

Singh snatched the tablet from him and threw it against the isolation chamber. “How hard can it be to kill someone? People die by accident every day! I just watched the nine o’clock news—people are dying from laundry detergent. How are you less deadly than laundry detergent!?” He ran his hands over his face, clearing away the sudden sweat that had washed over his features. “Alright. Okay. Has another team gone in, or do we have to pay more for that?”

“The firm sent in another team. The place was empty.” Gore shrugged. “Well, bodies.”

With flattened hands, Singh chopped the air in front of him into distinct segments. “Track her. Find her. Kill her. I don’t care how you do it. I don’t care what it costs. I used to pay her less than I spent on my playlist guru, so how good can she be? Find the bitch!”

“That won’t be a problem.”

“Oh really?” Singh spat. “Because lately that seems to have been a big problem for you. Shaq has free throws and you have Easy Nevada.”

Gore bristled. With a certain sadistic joy, he put in, “She left a note with the bodies. It says, and I quote, ‘We’re coming to get you, X-O-X-O.’”

Singh sucked in air. “Anything else?”

“The ‘i’ was dotted with a little heart. I could show you a picture if you hadn’t smashed my tablet.

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