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
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