Chapters (101)
- NUMA 8 - Medusa
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- CHAPTER 1
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- CHAPTER 2
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- CHAPTER 3
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- CHAPTER 4
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- CHAPTER 5
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- CHAPTER 6
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- CHAPTER 7
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- CHAPTER 8
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- CHAPTER 9
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- CHAPTER 10
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- CHAPTER 11
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- CHAPTER 12
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- CHAPTER 13
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- CHAPTER 14
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- CHAPTER 15
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- CHAPTER 16
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- CHAPTER 17
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- CHAPTER 18
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- CHAPTER 19
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- CHAPTER 20
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- CHAPTER 21
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- CHAPTER 22
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- CHAPTER 23
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- CHAPTER 24
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- CHAPTER 25
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- CHAPTER 26
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- CHAPTER 28
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- CHAPTER 29
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- CHAPTER 30
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- CHAPTER 31
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- CHAPTER 32
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- CHAPTER 33
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- CHAPTER 34
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- CHAPTER 35
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- CHAPTER 36
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- CHAPTER 37
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- CHAPTER 38
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- CHAPTER 39
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- CHAPTER 40
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- CHAPTER 41
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- CHAPTER 42
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- CHAPTER 43
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- CHAPTER 44
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- CHAPTER 45
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- CHAPTER 47
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- CHAPTER 48
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- CHAPTER 49
She grabbed a rucksack that held water and power bars and walked through a tunnel of trees for a hundred feet or so before she broke into an open area. A white sandy path wound through the cactus and shrub for a few hundred yards to the other side of the island.
A rush of air off the turquoise waters of the Gulf of Mexico cooled Lee’s face as the path ended at a barrier beach. She strolled along the beach for a short distance and plunked down on the sand with her back against a sea-silvered driftwood log.
A blue-hulled fishing boat was anchored offshore just beyond the line of breakers. Otherwise, she had the beach to herself. She had seen the boat several times in the past week or so, but it had stayed a respectful distance away. She examined it through the zoom lens of her camera but saw no one on deck.
When she had first landed on Bonefish Key months before, Dr. Lee had been advised by Dr. Kane to find a distraction to take her mind off her work. Some scientists avoided burnout by fishing, others by playing chess or reading. A few spent too much time at the Dollar Bar. The daily kayak trips into the mangroves had been her salvation. The break she took each afternoon rejuvenated her, allowing her to work late into the night.
With the project nearly at an end, she would miss the remote beauty of the island when she returned to China. She wondered if her government would reward or even acknowledge her labors, or if she would just return to her country practice.
She gave in to her weariness and fell asleep. When she awoke, she glanced at her watch. She looked off along the beach and noticed that the blue-hulled boat had vanished. She frowned. She had regained her privacy, but it was time to go back to work. She got up, brushed the sand from her shorts, and headed across the island to her kayak.
When Lee broke through the tree canopy, she saw that the kayak was no longer where she had left it on the beach. She set her pack aside, waded out into the water, and visually searched the lagoon.
There was no sign of the kayak.
Lee turned back to the island, saw blue plastic gleaming in the grass, and let out a sigh of relief. The kayak had been pulled up into the tall grass on one side of the beach. She wondered why anyone would do such a thing and stepped into the grass to retrieve the kayak. It was a remote spot, and she felt uncomfortable knowing there was someone else on the island.