Fifty-Five
Monday, March 29, 9:07 P.M. CST
Roatan Institute for Marine Sciences
They gathered that evening in an empty conference room at RIMS. Not just Thomas and Eva, but Axel, Jose, Gilberto, Charlie—accompanied by the Chihuahua—and even Leo, with his electronics, including a tablet and his GoPro. Eva looked around. So, this was the team. The team that would hunt down a deadly sea creature. It was a motley bunch.
While eating a late-night dinner of meal delivery fried chicken, they reviewed Leo’s GoPro footage on a big screen via a projector, along with all they knew so far about the Lusca. Eva and Thomas made lists on the whiteboard, including every possible encounter they, or anyone else, had had with the creature thus far. Eva even told them about her work with Ignacio—including
