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  “I got here as soon as I could,” Nicky said. “What’s so important?”

  “New client,” Sterling said. “Missing persons case. More like missing people. Fishermen. Seventeen missing in the last eleven months. Their boats wash up, but they're not there. The local sheriff hasn't tracked down a single lead.”

  “OK. Slow down,” Nicky said. “If memory serves, fishing is listed among the ten or so most hazardous occupations. Though unfortunate, it isn't uncommon for a fisherman to be lost at sea.”

  Sterling smiled. “Look at this guy. Tell me he doesn't look just a hair uncommon.” Sterling held up the iPad displaying a photo of a wild-haired, demented looking man in coke-bottle glasses, staring intently at a goldfish. “Walter Kronski, age fifty-seven. It was his wife I talked to. They’ve been separated for years, but he always checks in with her, makes sure she’s doing OK. For three months now no word, nada.”

  “OK, maybe he’s found someone new. A new love affair. Occupation. Hobby. Something.”

  “Nicky,” Sterling said. “Think about it. Does the name ring a bell?”

  “It’s vaguely familiar.”

  “Think three cases back. Marine biology.”

  “OK, I’m thinking. Is this the guy who published some kind of report on inter-special communication—telepathic communication between humans and marine life? I think his findings were largely unsubstantiated.”

  “There’s an understatement. They laughed him out of the academic community.” Sterling got out of his chair. “In 1989, Kronski, a marine biologist by training, a geneticist by trade, published a study documenting telepathic communication amongst animals, specifically sea life. He argued that the evolution of alternate forms of communication was necessary in the marine environment. Three years ago he produced a companion study, this one extending his theory to the rest of the animal kingdom.”

  Sterling handed Nicky a thin book, entitled, What Your Pet Won't Tell You. Nicky glanced at it.

  “Even if his theories had merit, they would have been impossible to prove,” Nicky said.

  “Kronski may have recognized that. After his critical panning, he packed up and left. Moved to Alaska. But not just anywhere in Alaska. He moved here.” Sterling pointed to a map on his desk covered in red dots. “Fair Harbor, Alaska. Home of the Fair Harbor Triangle.”

  Sterling drew three quick lines around the dots with a pen. A rough triangle emerged on the map. “Fishermen have been going missing in these waters for nearly fifty years. Now Kronski can't be found.”

  “Regardless of Kronski's or the fishermen's whereabouts, you have no evidence that this is anything more than a standard missing persons case. We usually don’t do those. You sure you want to take the job?”

  “O ye of little faith.”

  Sterling clicked open an email. The attachment showed a photo of Kronski's hand, his two middle fingers missing. “This is why I want to take the job. There’s something unusual going on here. I did some digging after I finished with the ex-wife. Talked to family. Kronski’s sister sent me this photo along with a voicemail he left her.”

  Sterling hit play on the iPad. Kronski's paranoid voice filtered through the static. “They told me I had to change. I don't want to change. Not like them.”

  “This still sounds more like a case of self-mutilation than a missing persons conspiracy,” Nicky said, eyeing the traffic crawling through Chinatown below. “There are plenty of those right here in the city.”

  “Maybe, but I don't think Kronski packed up and renounced his life's work as easily as everyone thinks. I think he moved to Fair Harbor for a reason.”

  “Based on what? The delusional ranting of a self-exiled outcast?”

  “There’s more. In the spring of 1968, a Fish and Wildlife team comprised of five men and a woman left for Fair Harbor to investigate, and I quote, ‘the close affinity between man and catch, demonstrated amongst the local fishermen’.”

  Sterling displayed a photo showing a Fish and Wildlife team, posing in their distinctive canvas jackets. He closed the window. “Not one of them returned.”

  “They could have been looking for a change of pace, or avoiding the draft,” Nicky said. “It was the late sixties. Again, anything could have happened to them.”

  “Unfortunately the tune in, turn on, and drop out hypothesis doesn't hold much water. The team’s disappearance was the subject of a two month search by the FBI. They came up with nothing, Nicky, zip. Just like the fishermen, the Fish and Wildlife team disappeared without a trace.”

  Nicky thought about it. She still wasn’t convinced. She knew that when Sterling first got a case, he got excited. Really excited. But he didn’t always think it through. She was starting to think that he purposely left that to her. “You know we need to collect our fee this time, Sterling. This office doesn’t run on air. We need money. We need to take jobs where we actually get paid.”

  Sterling reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a check. “Kronski didn’t leave his ex destitute. This is a ten thousand dollar retainer. And she’s begging us, I mean really begging us, to take the case.”

  Nicky glanced at the cashier’s check. It looked legitimate.

  “What do you say, Ms. Lang? Up for a little late night angling in the land of the midnight sun?”

  * * *

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