“Where’s Dr. Avila?” I asked when Sam and I got to the lab. Carlos wasn’t there.
“He said he had to speak to his son about something.” Dinah and Leo were bent over a tray that contained…Well, whatever it was, it wasn’t a lungfish. It was almost hand-like, although it appeared more reptilian than mammalian.
“Look at the structure,” Dinah murmured, using a pair of forceps to raise one of the four digits. “Obviously for land use, but look at the webbing.”
“Is that a crocodile foot?” Sam stood a few feet away, regarding it with distaste.
“No.” I was absolutely certain of that. “No croc on this planet ever had a foot like that.”
“David is right,” Leo said. “I was thinking more along the lines of a black caiman. They’re the deadliest of the sss’s predators.” And he couldn’t have been proude
