Sixty
Wednesday, March 31, 7:04 A.M. CST
Bailey’s Key
They met Captain Owens the next morning at RIMS; this time they met at the pavilion on Bailey’s Key, telling no one else of their meeting in advance. When Thomas explained what they had in mind for his submersible, he looked rightly skeptical. But then they showed him the footage of the Lusca, and the captain’s eyes widened.
“So, this is the Lusca everyone is talking about.” He gave a low whistle. “This could be bigger than Nat Geo’s sixgill shark discovery. You say you have a tracker on this thing?”
Thomas nodded. “We do. Listen, I know it could be dangerous to pursue it, but—”
Captain Owens cut him off. “I’m in. Are you kidding me? I want to see this thing. When do we go?”
“We were thinking… now.”
Owens laughed. “Of course you
