Page 12

“And why is that?”
>
“They do not show you enough respect.”
“I can do without that, darlin’. Just as long as they live up to their reputation. From what I’ve read, those two have a real knack for this kind of thing.”
“And if they go beyond what we ask of them?”
“Well, hell, that’s why I’ve got you, ain’t it?”
“Yes, Mr. King. Shall I go there now?”
“No, let’s let things unfold natural-like. Get Russ on the horn, will ya?”
King walked aft and dropped into one of the recliners with a grunt. A minute later Zhilan’s voice came over the intercom. “I have him ready for you, Mr. King. Please stand by.”
King waited for the warbled squelch that told him the satellite line was open. “Russ, you there?”
“I’m here.”
“How’s the dig goin’?”
“On track. Had some problems with a local making a fuss, but we took care of him. Marjorie’s in the pit right now, cracking the whip.”
“I’ll bet she is! She’s a pistol. Just keep a sharp eye out for them inspectors. They ain’t supposed to show up outta the blue. I’m paying outta my ears as it is. Anything extra I’m takin’ outta your salary.”
“I’ve got it under control.”
“Good. Now, tell me somethin’ good. Find anything juicy?”
“Not yet. But we came across some trace fossils that our expert says are promising.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve heard that before. You forgettin’ about that con man in Perth?”
“No, sir.”
“The one who told you he had one of them Malagasy dwarf hippo fossils? He was supposed to be an expert too.”
“And I handled him, didn’t I?”
King paused. His scowl faded, and he chuckled. “That, you did. But listen up, son. I want one of them Calico whatchamacallits. A real one.”
“Chalicotherium,” Russ corrected.
“I don’t give a damn what it’s called! Latin! God save me. Just get me one! I already told that no-good Don Mayfield I got one comin’, and I got a space all ready for it. We clear?”
“Yes, sir, we’re clear.”
“Okay, then. New business: just met with our newest recruits. Sharp operators, the both of ’em. I imagine they ain’t gonna waste much time. With any luck, they’ll probably have a poke around the Monterey place, then head your way. I’ll let you know when they’re in the air.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Make sure you keep a tight leash on ’em, you hear me? If they get away from you, I’ll have your hide.”
3
GOLDFISH POINT, LA JOLLA,