Randy Wayne White - Dead Silence
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So terrifying itll leave readers breathless... When a Minnesota teen is kidnapped, Doc Ford is given an unthinkable ultimatum, and only 36 hours to act on it. But theres something unusual about the boy that his captors dont even know, twisting this deadly game out of control in ways no one can imagine.
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EPILOGUE
In the middle of February, I had a total of two full weeks to myself and I spent them doing whatever I damned well pleased whenever I damned well pleased.
I hung out at the marina. Traded stories with the fishing guides, bought lunch for Javier Castillos widow and daughters, and got tipsy one night with my sisterly cousin, Ransom Gatrell. We ended up aboard a water-soaked old Chris Craft named Tiger Lily.
Tiger Lilys owners, two respectable businesswomen, decided that at least once a year the only rule should be there are no rules, so one thing led to another, as it always does when the destination is known in advance.
I exercised twice a day, running the beach, then swimming to the NO WAKE buoy off the West Wind Inn or jogging through Ding Darling Sanctuary and doing laps at the public pool.
Pull-ups were done on the bar beneath my lab. Descending sets, beginning at twenty, then nineteen, eighteen and on down to one. If my Sunday voice signaled there was absolutely no way in hell to do one more, I reprimanded the traitor by starting with one pull-up and working my way back up to at least five.
Sunday voice: Its the voice we all hear that tells us to quit, take it easy, wait until tomorrow, why bother?, whats the use?
To discredit the voice, all I had to do was imagine Farfel coming toward me with the power drill... or spend five minutes on the phone with Otto Guttersen.
Otto hadnt had much free time either. For three days after Will Chasers escape, the man was the darling of daytime television, although he refused to discuss what he had endured as a captive after Mazar-Sharif, and he also insisted on wearing an absurd white ten-gallon hat.
Because Guttersen was funny and honest, and a relentless advocate of his teenage wardToughest little cuss you ever met, I bleep thee notnetwork producers tolerated the mans quirks.
But Guttersen finally breached the limits of free speech by offending the guardians of political correctness. He told a national audience that Minnesotas ACLU stood for Adolescent Commie Lutheran Yuppies, then went off on a tirade about sportswriters, calling them candy-asses for not voting his favorite Twins pitcher into the Hall of Fame.
What crawled up your knickers? he fired back when the host rebuked him. Only thing your screener said was dont bitch about Ethiopians or call my boy a half-breed delinquent.
That was the end of the mans TV career. It was also the beginning of unexpected problems.
The Minnesota Family and Children Services Agency decided that Guttersens remarks justified an investigation. If Otto and Ruth Guttersen had assumed the legal role of guardians, why werent they in New York to intervene when William Chaser was kidnapped?
The agency sought an injunction through federal courtsthe boy was Native American, after alldemanding that he be housed in a neutral place, at least until the completion of three months of post-traumatic stress counseling. When the Guttersens agreed that counseling was a good idea, bureaucrats turned it around like a weapon, charging that a former POW who himself had refused counseling might be a dangerous influence on a fourteen-year-old.
So the bureaucrats had wontemporarily. Will would soon be transported to an Oklahoma safe house administrated by a psychologist who had treated Will earlier. The psychologist told reporters that she had no personal bias in the case other than an interest in synesthesia, a perceptual handicap the boy sometimes suffered.
Twice a day, Guttersen telephoned me. When he lost his temper and went off on some rant, I swung the conversation toward more positive things. The most positive was the fact that Guttersen, a paraplegic, had stood on his own dead legs and wrestled Ren Navrro to the ground.
Unless a person believes in divine healingI do notthere had to have been a cellular awakening in the mans neurological system since his injury.
Otto wouldnt tell a TV host what Farfel had done to him, but he told me. His motor cortex had been damaged. The strip of brain is only centimeters beneath the skull, dead center at the top of the head.
When Guttersen offered to explain, I stopped him, saying, No need. I already know how he did it.
Farfel had almost done it to me.
With Tomlinsons help, we assembled research papers and forwarded them to Guttersens neurologist, who probably thought we were a pain in the ass but accepted the data with thanks.
A study from the University of Washington School of Medicine was among several that offered hope. It dealt with brain plasticity, the ability of the nervous system to sprout new synaptic connections and access latent neuron pathways, unused conduits that an emergency situation might unmask.
Kind of like a lizard growing a new tail, Guttersen had responded when I told him about it.
Lizard?
Exactly, I said.
What pleased me most, though, during that empty time was being alone.
Low tides were midmorning, and I had my Maverick loaded with buckets, killing jars, a net and a single iced bottle of beer ready to go each day. I walked the exposed bars, collecting anemones, brittle stars and calico crabs for my tanks, and I dug five dozen sand wormsLoimia medusato fill an order from New Mexico, and then a dozen live angel wings for the Department of Architecture, University of Nebraska.
Angel wings are fragile shells, moon white, thin as onion skin yet durable. A professor wanted to graph the structural makeup and apply the data to an amphitheater his classes were designing.
Because my company, Sanibel Biological Supply, requires a telephone and a computer, I wasnt totally isolated in the world that is Dinkins Bay. Along with regular business calls, I also began receiving the occasional hang-up call.
It is something that should concern anyone, but I was doubly concerned because I have lived a life that is doubly complicated.
According to caller ID, the calls came from a pay phone in Fort Myers. After the fourth time the phone rang and I listened to an indecisive silence before hearing click, I contacted a friend, and discovered the pay phones location: a health club only five blocks from Memorial Hospital.
That afternoon, I mailed a typed note to Dr. Leslie DiAngelo but left it unsigned.
I hope you have recovered. On Fridays, sunsets are pleasant here.
I also made it a point to speak with Hooker Montbard when I could. He was still planning his expedition to Central America and I was still eager to go. I was also eager to find out the parallel reasoning the man had pursued to discover the truth about Tinman.
Yet whenever I hinted at the subject, he would demure, saying, Next time were at the Explorers Club, old boy, well trade stories over a whiskey.
Hooker weakened, though, when I e-mailed him an article from a Cartagena newspaper about the political changes taking place in Cuba. It had to do with an organization that for decades had operated underground on the island because Fidel Castro feared the group might undermine his power. It was about the Freemasons.
Translated, the article read, in part: The Cuban population, however, has always embraced the secret knowledge that one of Cubas greatest heroes, Jos Mart, was a devout Freemason, as was Simn Bolvar, the George Washington of South America. In the secret lodges of the island, Jos Marts writings were preserved and shared.
In Havana, Freemasons are now uniting and saying publicly what they could not say even before Castro came to power: Independence demands the overthrow of tyrants, including the tyranny of religion.
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