CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVENA Whaley Death Nate was five more days alone in the apartment before they came for him. It started at dawn on the sixth day, when he noticed a…
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVEYeah, but You Can’t Dance to It The Colonel was standing in the middle of the mother-of-pearl amphitheater when the whaley boys led Nate in. “You two go on…
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOURNecrophiliacs Anonymous, Gooville Chapter Amy was carrying two stoppered porcelain bottles of beer when she entered the Colonel’s chambers. The ruler of Gooville came sliding out of the pink…
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREECould Be Worse, Could Be Dog Years “Evidently,” said Nate, “where we screwed up was killing the whales.” “No way,” said Amy. “We tipped our hand.” “About being meme…
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONEBooty and the Beasts The second time Amy came out of the bedroom, she was dressed in her familiar hiking shorts, flip-flops, and a WHALES ARE OUR PALS T-shirt….
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINETalking Up the Dead Nate hadn’t seen his old teacher, Gerard ;Growl; Ryder, in fourteen years, but except for the fact that he was very pale, the biologist looked…
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENThe Found World The whale ship opened its mouth, and Nate and the crew spilled out onto the shore like sentient drool, which was some coincidence, since that’s exactly…
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXPicking the Lock to Davy Jones’s Locker ” ‘Bite me’?” Libby Quinn said, reading the tail. The whale tail slowly twisted in space, pixel by pixel, as the computer…
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREEClair Stirs a Brainstorm For all his admiration for the field biologists he’d worked with over the years, secretly Clay harbored one tiny bit of ego-preserving superiority over them:…
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONEI Lick the Body Electric The Maui sunset had set the sky on fire and everything in the bungalow had taken on the glowing pink tone of paradise -…
CHAPTER NINETEENScooter Don’t Meep The whale tossed like a roller coaster moving through tomato soup – great gut-flopping waves of muscular motion. Quinn rolled to his hands and knees and…
CHAPTER SEVENTEENJonathan Livingston Reaper Amy wore an oversized, tattered “I’M WITH STUPID” nightshirt and Local Motion flip-flops. Her hair was completely flat on one side and splayed out into an…
CHAPTER FIFTEENA Song for Your Supper Amy picked the whale. It had been a stressful morning for her, and Quinn wanted to convey his complete confidence in her, so he…
CHAPTER FOURTEENDown to the Harbor Down to the harbor they went – past the condos, the cane fields, the golf course, the Burger King, the Buddhist cemetery with its great…
CHAPTER TWELVEHere’s My Coupon, He Said, Singing the Redemption Song Normally, if the whale cops found an unauthorized person on a research vessel, they would simply record the violation, write…
CHAPTER TENSafety Clay Demodocus drifted silently down past the tail of the breath-holder, only the quiet hissing of his own breath in his ears. Breath-holders were called such because they…
CHAPTER SEVENSanctuary, Sanctuary, Cried the Humpback When a visitor first drives into the Hawaiian Islands Humpback Whale Sanctuary – five baby blue shiplap buildings trimmed out in cobalt, crouching on…
CHAPTER FIVEHey, Buddy, Why the Big Brain? The next morning the four of them stood in a row on the front of the old Pioneer Hotel, looking across the Lahaina…
CHAPTER THREEA Little Razor Wire Around Heaven The gate to the Papa Lani compound was hanging open when Nate drove up. Not good. Clay was adamant about their always replacing…
For Jim Darling, Flip Nicklin,and Meagan Jones: extraordinary people who do extraordinary work Fluke (flook) 1. A stroke of good luck 2. A chance occurrence; an accident 3. A barb…
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