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The star of the show was propped up in bed in his T-shirt. An IV dripped into his left arm, a cardiac monitor hooked to his right. At his side was a doting nurse, an Asian woman with dark brown wavy hair and infatuation in her eyes, though she was no more than half his age.

"Ah, there's my laddie! Zachary, say hello to Nurse Kosa."

"Kasa. Francesca Kasa."

"Whit's the diff'rence? Me Kasa is su Kasa, eh, son."

"And why do you need a private nurse?"

"Your father had heart problems earlier this afternoon."

"Heart problems?"

"Aye, son. Had trouble breathin'. Felt like an elephant wis squat- tin' on my chest. Barely dodged the Grim Reaper, I did. Imagine Johnny C. wis lookin' doon at me an' smilin'. But I pulled through, so no tears, lad."

"I'll try not to get too emotional. By the way, nurse, what's his EKG say?"

"It's normal now, but we're still doing blood tests. The guard found him slumped over, unconscious."

"Uh-huh. So why isn't he in a hospital?"

Angus winked. "Since it wis jist a mild attack, the judge, bein' the wise man that he is, felt it better I stay here, oot o' sight of the media, though I think Maxie might have accidentally invited them a' in."

"Right. Well, I've got work to do. Try not to die on us while I'm gone."

"Wait, lad. Guard, I need tae talk in private wi' my son. Wid ye mind escortin' everyone oot?" He turned to his nurse, patting her lightly on her derriere. "You too, darlin'. Jist make sure yer back here in an hour for my sponge bath."

She blushed, checked his IV drip, then followed the others out, the guard locking Angus's cell door behind her.

We were alone.

"Son, wid ye mind fetchin' me another pillow?"

"Fetch it yourself. You pulled that old heart attack stunt on mom when I was seven."

He grinned sheepishly. "Did I? Lord knows, it still gets them every time."

"Where'd all this food come from?"

"Local hotels sent it ower. Business is soarin', an' they're grateful, as they should be. Even got yer room comp'ed. Order whatever ye like, rent some dirty movies, it's a' on yer auld man." He took a deep breath, then made a face. "Whit's that foul stench? Smells worse than an anchovy's twat."

"They're
specimens
, collected from around the Loch. A few dead birds and a squirrel."

"Birds an' squirrels? Christ, lad, why dae they no' jist hang me now an' get it ower wi'." He tore the IV drip from his arm. "Listen, Nature Boy, I need ye oot on the water, no' strollin' the woods like some pixie."

"That's what scientists do, Angus. We look for real clues, not the ones published in the
World Weekly News.
The animal that bit me is obviously a predator, and it's overcome its fear of man, assuming it ever had one."

"Well now, I see ye finally admit tae bein' bitten. Thought ye looked mair focused. Danger'll dae that tae the mind. So then, how dae ye plan on findin' it?"

"First, I have to know what it is I'm looking for. Then—"

"Then ye'll need a boat, equipment too. I can get ye a' ye need."

"How?"

"Go see Theresa. She'll be in her summer hoose, in the hills above Foyers."

"And why would Johnny C.'s widow want to help me?"

"She'd be helpin' me."

"God, you're pathetic." I shook my head and left, wondering why I was wasting my time with him.

 

* * *

 

It was almost midnight by the time I tracked down Sheriff Holmstrom in his office. "Sheriff, I need your lab to perform some blood work on these animal specimens. Any word yet about the swatches I gave you earlier?"

"We're workin' on it." He looked through my backpack. "Dead birds… a squirrel? Is this really necessary? Looks tae me like ye're shootin' in the dark."

"Maybe. But we have to… " I paused, as speakers squawked to life from outside his window. "What's going on?"

"Highland Council hired an American scientist tae organize things at Loch Ness. They're bringin' him straight from the airport, press conference's scheduled tae take place on the castle lawn the moment he arrives. Leave the specimens wi' me, I'll see the crime lab gets them."

"Thanks." I shook his hand, then headed outside, curious.

A small sound stage had been set up for the cameras, with Inverness Castle lit majestically in the background. Everywhere I looked were reporters and film crews, the whole catered affair organized by the Highland Council's Division of Tourism.

A buzz rose from the crowd, which squeezed in tighter to the stage as Owen Hollifield stepped to the podium.

"Good evenin', an' welcome tae Inverness, gateway tae the Scottish Highlands. My name is Owen Hollifield an' I am Provost o' the Highland Council, the governin' body that presides over Loch Ness. Over the last forty-eight hours, the Council's been reviewin' progress in our ongoin' investigation tae resolve the mystery o' Loch Ness an' how it relates tae the tragic deaths o' several tourists. Wi' three research teams now combin' the Loch an' several dozen smaller parties staked out on land, the Council felt it imperative that we appoint an expert tae organize our search an' resolve disputes among the, uh… monster hunters, if ye will. We searched worldwide, and while there were at least a dozen candidates we considered, one name stuck out among the rest."

Hollifield paused to read from a three-by-five card. "The scientist of whom I speak has earned a reputation for organizin' research teams an' locatin' their objective. In January o' this year, his team succeeded in doin' somethin' no other research group had ever done, track down and film a giant squid."

"Huh?" I pushed through the crowd to take a closer look. "Ladies an' gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure tae introduce tae ye, Dr. David Caldwell o' Boca Raton, Florida."

Had I been hooked to Angus's EKG monitor, my thundering heart would have exploded the graph. There was David, waving from behind the podium like some conquering hero, using my accomplishments as his proverbial pedestal.

"Thank you, thank you… my God, what a nice welcome. It's truly an honor to be here in Scotland, working with the Highland Council, and… well, what can I say, I'll do everything in my power to resolve this mystery, once and for all."

"We'll take a few questions, an' then Dr. Caldwell's off tae his hotel."

"Dr. Caldwell, wasn't it, in fact, Dr. Zachary Wallace who caught the giant squid on film?"

"Damn straight," I mumbled, pumping my fists.

David grinned his Cheshire cat smile. "Certainly my former colleague played a role on our team, but I was head of the mission, the one responsible for its success. Dr. Wallace, unfortunately, was more responsible for sinking our submersible."

You son of a—

"Yes, the young lady in that attractive blue blazer."

"Dr. Caldwell, have ye ever even been tae Loch Ness?"

"Not per se, but hey, water's water. If we can find a giant squid in the Sargasso Sea, then we should have no problem finding your plesiosaur."

Idiot …

"How do you know it's a plesiosaur?"

"Well, I—"

"What proof do you have?"

The provost took over before David could shove his other foot in his mouth. "We'll, ah, hold yer questions there. Dr. Caldwell's had a long flight an' needs his rest. Tomorrow mornin', Council will be meetin' tae discuss what we'll do wi' Nessie once we—"

"Hey, David!" My body trembled as I pushed toward the front of the stage.

The crowd encircled me, their cameras still rolling.

David looked down from the podium. "Zack? Jesus, what, uh, what're you doing here? Ladies and gentlemen, my, uh, my colleague and good friend, Dr. Zachary Wallace."

I leaped onto the stage in one adrenaline-enhanced bound. "You mean former colleague, don't you, asshole?" Before he could respond, my right cross smashed him squarely in the face, dropping him like a sack of potatoes.

Camera strobes lit the night as I stood over him, my teeth grinding my father's grin. "Welcome tae the Highlands, ye bastard."

 

It was about 7:30 in the evening and my son, Jim, and I were working in a loch-side field about two kilometers south of Dores when we noticed something moving about halfway across Loch Ness. It was big and black, and I realized after fifteen years of farming I was finally seeing the monster. The Loch was calm and everything was quiet, not a noise anywhere, just this thing moving steadily forward. It was quite eerie.

We decided to get the boat out and try to intercept it. Four of us got in and set off. As we got closer we could see more details. There was a long head and neck coming about two meters out of the water, and the body had humps. Its color was dark and it had to be at least fourteen meters [45.9 feet] long. As we moved closer it rose up a bit, put up a great disturbance so that our boat spun around, then was gone.

The one thing I'll always remember is that eye. It was oval-shaped and jaundice and it looked right at us.


H
UGH
A
YTON,
B
ALACHLADAICH,
A
UGUST 1963

Chapter 21

 

Inverness

I
awoke to an incessant pounding on my door. Fearing I had been screaming again in my sleep, I rolled out of bed with a groan, every muscle in my body raw and aching.

"Who the hell is it?"

"Maxie. Open up!"

I unbolted the door and opened it, then staggered to the bathroom sink, and downed several aspirin.

Max followed me in, carrying a rolled-up newspaper. "Still sleeping? It's two-thirty in the affie."

"I was up late, poisoning my body."

"And behaving like our father, yeah?" He held open the newspaper.

The black-and-white photo captured me standing over David, fists balled, face contorted in a wild leer. The caption read:
"Wallace Welcomes Colleague to Loch Ness."

"At least they got my good side."

"Caldwell threatened to press charges. Don't worry, he backed off when I threatened a countersuit of slander."

"Let him sue, I've got nothing to lose." I turned over the paper, my eye catching another article.

C
OUNCIL
A
MENDS
L
AWS
In the wake of the gruesome attack on Alaskan resident Justin Wagner and the suspected deaths of at least two other tourists, the Highland Council voted unanimously to amend the "Protection of Animals Act of 1912" and the subsequent "Veterinary Surgeons Act of 1966." The 1912 Law prevented the water creature, known as "Nessie," from being netted by researchers and monster hunters, while the 1966 Act outlawed attempts to take tissue samples from any Loch Ness water beast. Fisheries Protection Board bailiff Theron Turman agreed with the changes, but was quick to point out that the amendments refer only to large water creatures and that it was still illegal to net trout or salmon in Loch Ness.

"Yeah, I read that article, too. What's it all mean?"

I shook my head in disbelief. "It means they want to capture the creature."

Observation Lounge
Clansman Hotel

With an extensive boat dock located directly on Loch Ness, the Clansman Hotel has always been the favorite convening spot for Nessie hunters, and the Highland Council wasted no time in securing it for their own proceedings.

Provost Owen Hollifield checked his watch, then knocked again on David Caldwell's suite. "Afternoon, doctor. Ye ready?"

David opened the door, his eyes red from jet lag. "Born ready. I take it Council did everything they were supposed to?"

"Aye. The laws were amended, an' we've a'ready begun talks wi' two construction firms. As for the monster hunters, we've selected the three most qualified captains an' vessels as ye requested, an' if ye don't like these, we've applications from forty tae fifty more. Everyone from local fishermen tae computer geeks tae ex-Royal Navy wants tae be here."

"Three's plenty. Anymore and they start tripping over one another."

"That's already happenin', I'm afraid. Many have dropped sonar buoys, an' the signals are crossin', foulin' one another up."

"I'll handle them. I've dealt with their types before."

Hollifield led him down a carpeted hallway to the adjoining banquet room. "Be fair warned, there're also a few curators here who insisted on bein' at this meetin'. One's from the Smithsonian, the other two work at the British Museum of Natural History. Treat them kindly, they can make waves."

"Understood."

They entered the Observation Lounge, a banquet room offering panoramic views of Loch Ness and the pier where several large research vessels were now docked. A portable corkboard on wheels was positioned near the head of the conference table, a map of Loch Ness pinned to its surface.

Five men and two women milled about the buffet tables, helping themselves to an early dinner.

Hollifield took his place before the head of the table, David on his right. "Gentlemen and ladies, if ye please."

The expedition leaders and museum curators took their seats.

"This is Dr. Caldwell, the gentleman whom Council has appointed tae organize our search. Dr. Caldwell, our Nessie hunters; Michael Hoagland from the German research vessel,
Nothosaur
, Scott an' Debbie Sloan, American cryptozoologists wi' the
Galon
, an' Bill Plager, a marine biologist serving aboard the fifty-seven-foot ship,
Great White North
."

"A pleasure. Now I know you have some grievances you want to discuss, but before we get into that, let's talk about our objective. You, and dozens of Nessie hunters before you have spent several decades and untold thousands of dollars chasing after underwater photos and sonar recordings. Now all that's changed. With the monster's sudden thirst for blood, I think it's safe to say something large inhabits Loch Ness. In other words, we've got the proof, it's lying in the morgue, what we want now is to capture the beast."

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