Chapter 1: The Gig
The phone light blinked, stopped, blinked again. It was Rider.
I picked up the receiver and listened to the line crackle for a couple of seconds.
"Hello?", I asked.
"Gene, I've got a gig for you."
"I'm listening."
He proceeded to describe a set of underwater maps that had made their way to his shop. Those things are rare and spotty at best, but accurate enough to be quite valuable. Based on his measurements, we'd be hitting some interesting territory in two days, and he asked if I'd be interested in doing a dive. This one was deep. Real deep.
The phone light blinked, stopped, blinked again. It was Rider.
I picked up the receiver and listened to the line crackle for a couple of seconds.
"Hello?", I asked.
"Gene, I've got a gig for you."
"I'm listening."
He proceeded to describe a set of underwater maps that had made their way to his shop. Those things are rare and spotty at best, but accurate enough to be quite valuable. Based on his measurements, we'd be hitting some interesting territory in two days, and he asked if I'd be interested in doing a dive. This one was deep. Real deep.
