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han clicked off the call she’d made for an appointment with her UT Department Chair, but the phone buzzed again before she could refocus on her laptop. It was her step-daughter. She’d been meaning to check on Tracey Davis, but the task got buried under course work and Shake’s departure.
“Hi, Tracey! I’ve been meaning to call. You back at Woods Hole yet?”
“Yeah, the Navy finally cut me loose. I got in over the weekend and slept for twenty-four hours straight. Thought I’d better check on you and my Dad. How’s it going on your end?”
“I’m good…up to my eyeballs in course work. Your Dad is off on another junket.”
“Oh, good God. Where to this time?”
“He’s in Thailand, working on some kind of anti-piracy thing. That’s really about all I know but I talked to him earlier. He seem
