Thirty-Two
Wednesday, May 25
En route to Maui
Thomas had called Ivan from the cave’s sinkhole, and his lab tech declared that he’d already tried and had no luck getting DNA out of the small phalanges Thomas’s grandmother had sent in his birthday care package. So, after mailing some of the larger of the strange bones overnight to the Sternberg, where Laura’s graduate students planned to get her bone drill out and try to excise DNA to send to Ivan to sequence, Thomas found himself sitting on a Cessna Caravan, headed for Maui, across the aisle from Kale, who smelled strongly of patchouli in the enclosed space.
He was originally from Maui and had agreed to go along to help search for Luahine. Daniel and Laura sat behind them, cuddled up on the rear bench seat. The plan was for them to meet
