I realized just how different Bob Elwell was, as I sat out at the end of the pier considering the coming dive. The simplicity of his plan, versus the overwhelming complexity of my own, amazed me. Iā€™d given my plan only about a fifty percent chance of succeeding since Mardian had never bothered to give me any idea of what the package in the trunk consisted of. Was it something that wouldnā€™t be destroyed by moderate application of high explosives? Rifle barrels potentially used in the Kennedy assassination had come to my mind several times, although I knew in my heart of hearts that such thinking was idiotic. But then, my life, since coming home and getting out of the several hospitals could easily be summed up using that one word.

Gularte walked in the door, followed seconds later by Bob. There was nobody else in the place except for Shawna, and being one of the Dwarfs, I had no doubt about her loyalties or her ability to remain silent. Even so, I didnā€™t want anyone, even her, to know what we were about to do. The stakes were simply too high. As long as the Porsche sat on the bottom of the harbor undiscovered, then the mystery of who might have had something to do with putting it there was on the bottom with it. A revelation of its location, not to mention anyone diving on the wreck and having to have had prior knowledge of its whereabouts would be potentially disastrous for all of us concerned.

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