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“I don’t want to iine,” Sam replied
They were stretched out on chaise lounges in the solariu ferns, the stone tiles It was one of their favorite rooms in the house, not an easy choice by any measure
Sitting atop the cliffs overlooking Goldfish Point and the indigo waters of the Pacific, the Fargos’ home and base of operations was a four-story, twelve-thousand-square-foot Spanish-style house with vaulted hts to keep their ht hours every month
The upper floor held Saht doere four guest suites, a living rooreat rooy exercise equipment, a steam room, a HydroWorx endless-lap pool, and a thousand feet of hardwood floor space for Re and Sam his judo
The ground floor sported two thousand square feet of office space for Sa workspace for Selma, complete with three Mac Pro workstations coupled with thirty-inch cinema displays and a pair of wall-mounted thirty-two-inch LCD televisions Mounted on the east as Selallon saltwater aquarium
Sam told Remi, “We can always hope he went quickly and peacefully”
The man in question, the poor soul they’d found sprawled at the bottom of the Molch’s ladder, now had, thanks to the journals they’d found aboard, a name: Manfred Boehm Korvettenkapitän (Commander) Manfred Boeh; the other, Boeh back to the early days of World War II
Arh translations courtesy of some software, Saan to feel like the last will and testament of both Boehiven name: the UM-34—Underwater Boat, Molch type, thirty-fourth constructed
Sa to piece together where it had come from and how it had ended up trapped in an inlet on the Poco about the man beyond the uniform and rank
After packing up the skiff and leaving the Molch behind, they’d thought it wise to avoid Snow Hill and Maxine’s Bait ‘n’ Boat, assu their return Instead, they’d motored ten miles downriver and put ashore just south of Willow Grove, where Highway 113 and the Pocomoke ran closest to one another From there they’d first called for a Pocoue and short, offering a generous tip for troubling them to come down and collect the skiff His final call went to the B&B’s s back to California
Five hours later they were at Norfolk International Airport boarding a plane bound for home
The bottle from the UM-34 they’d immediately turned over to Sel from her on the matter since she’d locked herself and her assistants, boyfriend and girlfriend Pete Jeffcoat and Wendy Corden (both of whom had heard all the Peter Pan jokes they’d cared to), in the workshop for asession that wouldn’t end until they had an answer
On the outside, Pete and Wendy were stereotypical twenty-so shted by the sun—but intellectually there was nothing conventional about theraduated from the University of Southern California in the top percentile, Pete with a BA in archaeology and Wendy with a degree in social sciences
Whatever Sam and Remi had discovered, there was no doubt the insect symbol on their bottle was a perfect match for the one on Ted’s shard, nor was there any doubt about the bottle’s general provenance The writing on the label was French Handwritten French, no less
The questions see up quickly: What was the connection between the two pieces? What did the symbol mean? Had both bottles started out aboard the UM-34, and if so how did they get separated? And finally, what about these bottles orth killing over?