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Eva watched in silence as Taffy echolocated on the mutilated tylosaur’s chest—a heart echo. The dolphin paused a moment, then shook her head as if satisfied. The tylosaur was dead.
Taffy then turned toward the pod and whistled. They returned the whistles in a chorus that was more high-pitched than her own dolphins’ whistles, yet hauntingly familiar. Eva wished she could record this interaction between two cetacean species for later study. But at the moment she had much larger concerns.
When their discussion was concluded, the white dolphins swam off as one, disappearing into the dark ocean. But the small bottlenose dolphin stayed, and he, along with Taffy and Finn, came over to Eva, and she signaled for them to take her to the surface. There, Eva looked all around. The light
