The light streamed through the holes in the cave ceiling as it bounced off the pool of water and onto the walls. Past where her toes dabbled, Karma Ilacqua watched gold and white fish nibble larva from the surface.
“We’ve been lucky twice already.” She sipped her fizzy beverage and looked sidelong at the mustached detective. “With finding the system taproot, and unearthing the Hoopoe in that tent. Blasted kid, sending us on a goose chase.”
Derringer aimed a level gaze at her from where he sat in his shorts under a ray of sunlight. “What do you expect, he’s from here.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry you didn’t learn that sooner. We got a little worried, but he’s going to hold up his end after all.”
“You think so?”
“Oh yeah, he wouldn’t have boarded the jet at all otherwise.”
“You know – I helped this happen, but I still don’t really know what it was all about.”
“You wouldn’t want to. The clearance levels aren’t worth your trouble.”
Derringer leaned back against the knobbly-smooth cave wall and sipped his liquor. “I guessed that.”
“You’re not bad at doing the dirty work, Derringer.”
“My specialty, madame.” He raised his glass in a toast.
Karma cupped water in a hand and poured it over her legs. The computer projected a message to her right. “Our intrepid backup.” She keyed a sequence to show the incoming images without displaying their own. “Greetings, gentlemen. Do you find the compensation satisfactory?”
“Shit yes, Ms. Ilacqua. Shit yes.” Fred DeWalt’s reply piped in with satisfaction.
“Enjoy your new office. My associates and I may be in touch further down the line.”
Chad Dremel nudged his partner out of the screen space. “We’ll look forward to hearing from you. How’s Derringer down there on Lurin?”
Karma raised her eyebrow at the hint of envy, smirking at the detective. “He’s in tip-top shape, we’ve got it wrapped out here. I’ll let him know you were concerned.”
A suspicious pause from the security team. “Are you two just living the lush Lurin dream, or what?”
Derringer leaned over to speak. “We’re hiding in a dank little hole in the ground, Dremel. I’ll be sure and bring you pictures if we make it out of this trench alive.” He reached over and tapped the call closed.
Karma leaned towards him. “I’ll do my best to make sure that happens.”
“You can do your worst.”