“Wendy’s still in the water!” she screamed. But Rafe was busy attending to Wynn’s wound. The two men had rushed to the spot where they kept an emergency first-aid kit.
Tripping over her flippers, Marissa tried to run after them. She struggled out of her scuba tank, letting it drop on the deck. Then she bent down and pulled off her flippers.
When she reached the men, Rafe was trying to stem the arterial blood flow with a pressure bandage.
“What about Wendy?” Marissa screamed.
Rafe didn’t even look up from his dressing attempts.
“Wynn says there was a hungry great white down there.”
“We have to find her!” Marissa screamed.
“We can’t leave her there. Please!”
“That’s the best I can do for now, mate,” Rafe said to Wynn, who nodded. Wynn clamped his hand over the bandage.
Unable to control herself, Marissa broke into tears.
“Please!” she screamed.
Rafe ignored her and went to his radio to request assistance from the shore patrol.
Marissa was beside herself After the captain got off the radio, she pleaded with him between sobs to go into the water to find Wendy.
“What do you think I am?” Rafe shouted.
“Bloody crazy? You don’t go into the water when there’s a great white in the neighborhood.
I’m sorry about your friend, but there’s nothing I can do but wait and see if she surfaces. She could have fled into the coral heads.”
“I saw the shark grab her,” Marissa moaned.
“You have to do something,” Marissa pleaded.
“If you can think of anything besides going in the water, let me know,” Rafe said, going back to attend to Wynn.
Not knowing what else to do, Marissa sank to her knees, covered her face with her hands, and wept.
Soon she became aware of an increasingly loud whirring noise.
Sitting up against the gunwale, she spotted a helicopter bearing down on them. When it was directly above the Oz, it began to hover. Marissa could see a man at an open door, clutching a hoist secured to the side of the craft.
Rafe went back to the radio and had another conversation with the shore patrol, then he contacted the helicopter pilot overhead. Rafe told him that they had been able to stop the bleeding. Between the two of them, they decided that it wasn’t worth the danger of trying to get Wynn up to the helicopter now that the bleeding was under control.
“I’m still missing one diver,” Rafe said into the radio.
“We’ll send out a patrol boat,” the chopper pilot said. After signing off, the helicopter dipped forward, then sped back toward the mainland.
Rafe hung up the radio receiver.
“Guess we’d better wait for the patrol boat to get here,” he said.
“I can’t believe you people!” Marissa yelled.
“You really aren’t going to do anything about Wendy, are you?”
Rafe ignored her while he checked Wynn’s dressing. It was staying dry.
“And you,” Marissa said with venom, pointing at Wynn.
“You wouldn’t let me in that damn cage.”
“I was trying to help you,” Wynn said.
“The door opens out, not in. I was trying to show you, but you wouldn’t let me.”
Marissa’s eyes went to the cage. The door was ajar; she could see that it did indeed open out.
Marissa turned to Rafe.
“Who were those men who threw the chum into the water?” she demanded.
“Two blokes who had wanted to go fishing,” Rafe said.
“It was the Asian fellow who hired the Oz. He’d stayed in his cabin until the powerboat arrived. I don’t know why they had it. Guess they decided against fishing after all and just dumped their bait.
I wouldn’t have let them do that if I’d known.”
“It was the bait that brought the sharks,” Marissa said.
“Undoubtedly,” Rafe said.
Marissa didn’t know what to think. She was still trembling. An hour passed. Still the patrol boat was nowhere to be seen. The water around the boat cleared. Even the waves calmed. Looking off the stern, Marissa could no longer see any fish.
“My arm is starting to bleed again,” Wynn announced anxiously.
Rafe examined the bandage.
“A little,” he agreed.
“It’s not bad. But let’s head in. To hell with that patrol boat.”
“We’re not going until we look for Wendy,” Marissa said.
“It’s no use,” Rafe said.
“She would have appeared by now if there was any chance.”
“If you refuse to look,” Marissa said, “then I’ll go myself.”
She walked over to the bank of scuba tanks and pulled one free.
Then she picked up her flippers, which were still on the bow deck.
When Marissa returned, Rafe grabbed her arm.
“You’re crazy if you go in that water.”
Marissa indignantly pulled her arm from his grasp.
“At least I’m not a coward.”
“I’ll go,” Wynn said, standing up unsteadily.
“You’re not going anywhere!” Rafe yelled.
“All right! I’ll go have a look.”
Clearly fuming, Rafe went below, then came back wearing his swimming togs. He suited up in a buoyancy vest and tank, then grabbed a pair of flippers, a mask, and a three-foot steel rod.
“I want you to lower me in the cage,” he told Wynn.
All three went forward. For a moment they eyed the bent bars on the front of the cage.
“I can’t believe a living thing could do that,” Rafe said. Then he climbed inside and put on his flippers and mask.
“Lower away,” Rafe called.
Wynn went to the winch and lifted Rafe and the cage about a foot off the deck. Using only his good arm, he maneuvered the cage out over the water. Marissa helped steady it. Then he lowered the cage until he felt a tug on a rope he had in his hand.
Peering over the side, Marissa and Wynn watched Rafe as he eventually swam out of the cage. He disappeared under the boat.
In another minute or two he popped up on the dive platform.
“All’s quiet down here,” he said.
“Now, where was Wendy when you last saw her?”
“I’ll come with you,” Marissa said. Despite her fears, Marissa felt she owed that much to Wendy. She swiftly suited up. Wynn helped her with her tank. In another minute she was on the platform next to Rafe.
“I’m impressed,” Rafe said.
“I really am. Aren’t you seared to go back into the water after what happened?”
“I’m terrified,” Marissa said.
“Let’s go before I change my mind.”
Instead of jumping far from the boat, Marissa eased herself into the water, scanning in all directions. But Rafe was right: the water was as peaceful and serene as when she’d first entered it that morning. A few butterfly and angel fish swam by. She glanced back at the shark cage, determined to be ready to make a swim for it should the need arise.
Turning to Rafe, Marissa motioned toward the mouth of the channel
There was less of a current than there had been earlier.
Where the channel opened into the ocean, they hesitated. Even in the distance they couldn’t see anything larger than a few parrot fish nestled along the wall of the reef. The monster that had terrorized her not an hour before was nowhere to be seen.
Marissa’s heart skipped a beat when she felt something touch her arm. Turning, she saw it was only Rafe. He signaled to her, asking which way they should go. Marissa pointed. Together, they headed in that direction.
After they’d gone about thirty feet, Marissa stopped Rafe with her hand. She signaled that they were now where she last saw Wendy. They began to scour the sandy floor, but they discovered nothing, not evena piece of diving gear.
Finally, Rafe motioned for them to return to the boat.
Climbing onto the dive platform, Marissa felt crushed. Wendy was truly gone. No, a trace was left of her. It seemed too incredible to be true. For the moment Marissa couldn’t even cry anymore.
“Really sorry, luv,” Rafe said. He slipped out of his gear.
“Wynn and I feel terribly about all this, we do. Never happened on the Oz before, I can assure you of that. Terrible accident, it was.” Then he went forward and had Wynn pull up the shark cage while he used the radio.
Rafe told the shore patrol that the patrol boat had yet to appear. He gave them their position again and told them that although a diver was still missing, they were coming in to get medical attention for the injured first mate.
Once the diesels were started, Rafe had Wynn hoist up the anchor. Then they started back for Hamilton Island.
“You say you actually saw the shark seize the poor woman around the chest?” Mr. Griffiths, the Royal Australian police inspector, asked.
Marissa and Rafe were standing in front of the chest-high desk at the police station on Hamilton Island. They had gone there directly after dropping Wynn off at the medical facility.
“Yes,” Marissa answered. She could still see the gruesome tragedy, making her feel weak.
“And you saw blood?” the inspector asked.
“Yes, yes!” Marissa cried. Tears began to run down her cheeks. She felt Rafe’s arm on her shoulder.
“And you went back into the water and searched the area?”
Mr. Griffiths asked.
“We did, indeed,” Rafe answered.
“Mind you, it was over an hour later. Both myself and Miss Blumenthal here went back and searched. We found nothing. Not a trace. But my first mate tells me it was the largest shark he’s ever seen, probably twenty-five, thirty feet.”
“And this is the woman’s passport?” Mr. Griffiths asked.
Marissa nodded. She had gotten the passport from Wendy’s bag.
“Nasty business,” Mr. Griffiths said. Then, looking at Marissa over the top of his reading glasses, he added: “Would you be willing to notify the next of kin? It might be best coming from a friend.”
Marissa nodded, wiping away the tears.
“We’ll schedule a coroner’s inquest,” Mr. Griffiths said.
“Anything either one of you would like to add?”
“Yes,” Marissa said. She took a deep breath.
“The sharks were attracted by chum that was thrown into the water deliberately.”
Mr. Griffiths removed his glasses.
“What are you implying, young lady?”
“I’m not sure Wendy’s death was an accident,” Marissa said.
“That is a serious allegation,” Mr. Griffiths said.
“There was an Asian man on the boat,” Marissa said.
“He didn’t appear until we were out at the reef and already in the water. I happened to come back to the boat by myself while we were diving. I saw him and another man throwing chum into the water.”
Mr. Griffiths looked at Rafe. Rafe raised his eyebrows.
“We did have a Chinese customer on board,” he admitted.
“Said his name was Harry Wong. He’d chartered to fish on the outer reef.
He was met by a friend in a big powerboat. They had a lot of bait.
The last I talked with them they were going out in the powerboat after marlin. Apparently they changed their minds about fishing, and being uninformed, they just dumped their bait.”
“I see,” Mr. Griffiths said.
“I’m not convinced they were uninformed,” Marissa said.
“Well, that’s why we have coroner’s inquests,” Mr. Griffiths said.
“It’s a chance to question all the details.”
Feeling her cheeks flush, Marissa tried to control herself long enough to express her suspicions. She told Mr. Griffiths that she thought the Asian man might have been the same one who had been staring at her and Wendy the night before in the dining room of the Hamilton Island Resort.
“I see,” Mr. Griffiths said. He toyed with his pen, “Well then, I can understand how upset you must be. If it is any solace, I can personally assure you that we will be making extensive inquiries into this tragedy.”
Marissa was about to continue when she thought better of it.
She wasn’t sure about what she was saying herself. Until the moment she’d voiced the opinion about the Asian being the same one in the hotel dining room, she hadn’t thought of it. Besides, it was clear to her that the police inspector was being patronizing.
