Pinky rolled Spyder’s body over and she saw the gun at the same time he did. Riley placed her right foot on the bottom step and pushed her body straight up into the air. She came down putting all her weight on her heel that landed on the back of Pinky’s left hand. She felt the bones of his hand crack. Pinky screamed even louder, a high-pitched inhuman sound now. He grabbed her leg with his right hand and pulled her down on top of him. She fell away from the gun, but when she turned around and got to her feet, the screaming had fallen to a moaning whimper and Pinky was lying on the cabin sole propped up on one elbow, his right hand pointing the Ruger at her.

Beads of sweat covered his face, and where there had been splotches of pink color, now his skin was a uniform pale gray. “You’re gonna get me to a doctor,” he said. He spoke in a hiss through gritted teeth. With his good leg, he pushed himself up until his rump rested on the lowest step. She saw the pain on his face, and she didn’t know how he was doing it. His left hand hung limp and useless. One at a time, he pulled himself up the three steps and dragged himself out into the cockpit.

“Get a dish towel and throw it to me.” Pinky was breathing hard and the pain was making it difficult for him to speak.

She followed his orders, grabbing the towel that was hanging on her oven door, and tossed it up to him.  He tried to rip the towel by holding one end with his gun hand and the other in his teeth, but he was too weak. He tried folding the towel on the diagonal with his broken hand, but the fingers flapped loose and lifeless. She saw how his good hand shook. He was losing a lot of blood from the wound in his knee.

“You - come up here.” She could barely make out his slurred words.  “Get your dinghy. Take me t’a doctor.”

At that moment, the radio burst to life again.  “Bonefish, Bonefish, this is Shadow Chaser, do you read me Riley?”

The gun in his hand jerked up and his eyes widened. “Get away from there,” he said.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m not going to answer it.” She had to shout so he could hear her over the sound of Cole’s voice. “I’m going to come out into the cockpit now and help you.”

She could see how weak he was, but something inside her told her that this one was even more dangerous than Spyder. He wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger. She had to make sure it wasn’t pointed at her.

Pinky was sitting on the starboard seat, and she came up under his gun hand, her elbows locked pushing it straight up. He fired one shot that pierced her canvas dodger. He wouldn’t let go. She was using both of her good hands against his one arm, and yet she was struggling to hold her own. Her scarred shoulder burned as her muscles strained. He was trying to push the gun down, towards her head, and she knew she couldn’t hold out against him much longer.

She moved before she was aware of any decision. In her training, she’d always been taught to use her opponent’s momentum against him. She twisted her body and slid right, out from under the gun. With no force counteracting him, Pinky’s hand and the gun came slamming down on the teak combing. His fingers loosened and the pistol bounced onto the deck outside the cockpit. Riley scrambled out after it. She had one leg on the deck when she saw the gun hit one of the stainless stanchions and tumble off the side of the boat into the pale blue water.

And then she screamed when she felt teeth clamp down on her calf. Her right leg hadn’t cleared the cockpit coaming, and the idiot had bit her! She tried to kick her leg free, but she was off balance, and she came down hard on her hip, the nylon panties not providing any cushion. Warm blood flowed across her skin and as she struggled, she slipped in the wet red liquid on the deck.

Then she saw it. The knife Spyder had made her drop on the deck earlier. The razor-sharp saw-toothed blade glinted in the morning sunlight. Just beyond her fingertips. Riley grabbed the frame of one of the cabin windows and pulled herself forward just enough to touch it with her fingernail. The first time, she only managed to push it farther away. Damn her leg hurt. His teeth were ripping her flesh the more she pulled away. She tried again and with her second effort, she slid the knife closer and wrapped her fingers around the hefty handle.

She glanced over her shoulder, located Pinky’s head and with her other foot, she planted a kick with her heel right down on his nose. She grunted through clenched teeth as she felt her own flesh tear. But his jaw loosened and she pulled her leg free.

Scrambling to get her legs under her, she saw him plant his good hand on the teak coaming to steady himself. His broad nose streamed blood and as he breathed hard through his mouth, blood spume splattered the deck. Riley raised the knife over her head and brought it down with all her strength right into the back of that good hand. The blade plunged through the skin and bone and dug deep into the teak. Pinky screamed one last time and collapsed, the pain at last becoming too much for his mind to bear.

Riley got up and looked down at the unconscious figure. Then she extended her leg to examine the wound on her calf. A flap of skin hung loose, and her leg and foot were covered in blood.

“In spite of the blood, you look very fetching in that T-shirt and those panties, my dear.”

Riley whirled around. A white sportfishing boat was tied to the far side of the sleek black powerboat. Diggory was standing on the foredeck, one arm in a white sling, the other hand holding a gun.

CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE

Aboard the Shadow Chaser

March 31, 2008

7:50 a.m.

Cole stood with his elbows resting on the wheelhouse dash just below the radio. He stared out through the windshield glass holding the radio’s microphone in one hand and tapping it against his chin.

Where was she? She called them from her boat less than an hour ago, so why wasn’t Riley answering her radio now? This was the second time he’d tried to raise her and still nothing. If anyone had told him that once he got this close to finding Surcouf he would want to slow it all down, he would have called that person insane. But now, he knew the find wouldn’t be the same without Riley here to share it. They’d only got this far because of her.

Theo shifted into reverse to slow them down. He began to chuckle. “Come look,” he said.

Cole hung the microphone on the side of the radio and stepped behind his first mate so he could get a better look at the big monitor. Theo was running it split screen; the down imaging sonar offered a side view of the bottom; they could see the water at the top of the screen, and then the various striations of sand and the more dense rock of the sea floor at the bottom. They were beginning to see the hard outline of a large object on top of the sand. In a corner of the screen, Cole noted the depth scale; they were looking at a picture of the sea floor thirty-six meters below.

Neither man spoke as Shadow Chaser drifted forward and unbelievably clear details filled in on the screen. They saw the outline of a rudder canted upwards at an angle. Surcouf was lying on her starboard side, and both men stopped breathing when the bulbous deck structure that had once served as a hangar for the seaplane came into view.

“Oh my God,” Cole whispered as they saw, just forward of the conning tower, where the bow of the sub had been ripped open.

“Would you look at that,” Theo said.

“I can’t believe it,” Cole said. “After all this time, there she is.”

“Or what’s left of her.”

“After more than sixty years,” Cole said.

“No question why she sank.”

“No,” Cole said, and he thought about the story Michaut had told them, about all the men who had died when the American bombers came in for that final run.