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making him as comfortable as they could with injections which dropped him into merciful oblivion.
    The police saw to Della, taking photographs first and doing all things normal in this abnormal situation. A scene-of-crime squad worked in the main bedroom while the officer in charge, a leathery-skinned captain, went through everything with Bond and Hawkins.
    ‘Well,’ the captain said at last, ‘I have no doubt this is somehow related to the Sanchez thing.’
    ‘I only found out about it at the airport this morning,’ Bond said grimly, his mind on what might be happening to Felix, and whether they could possibly do anything for him. ‘What actually happened?’
    Briefly the captain and Hawkins went through the scenario of the escape.
    ‘We thought the bastard’d bought the farm until divers went down. Somehow it was a rescue operation. People got to the van, and Sanchez had been cut free from the shackles.’ The captain scowled. ‘It was a very well-mounted operation, considering the time element.’
    ‘They took Killifer with them,’ Hawkins added. ‘We’re expecting him back in a body bag, or some kind of ransom note.’
    They talked for a further ten minutes, and the captain was about to leave when raised voices came from downstairs.
    Sharky was attempting to get into the house and becoming very belligerent with the police guarding the door.
    ‘You can let him in,’ Bond said. ‘He’s a close family friend.’
    The captain nodded. ‘Okay. Keep in touch, Mr Bond. I might well have a few more questions.’
    Hawkins added that he would also be in touch, and the pair left the house.
    ‘What in hell happened?’ Sharky looked angry, his eyes showing a mixture of desperation and fury. ‘I know about Della, but Felix . . . ?’
    ‘Someone fed him to the sharks.’
    ‘But . . . ?’
    ‘Yes, I know, Sharky. Lightning isn’t supposed to strike twice, but it has. My guess is that they didn’t know about his arm and leg. The shark, or sharks, chewed up the artificial limbs and just sliced the flesh off the stumps. I imagine he’s going to be okay, but the trouble’ll begin when they tell him about Della.’
    Sharky nodded. ‘Know what you mean. This down to Sanchez? I heard he’s gone missing.’
    ‘Sanchez is the best bet.’
    ‘What we gonna do, James?’
    ‘Well, I, for one, am going shark hunting. Know any good spots where someone might keep an untamed pet?’
    ‘They got some small ones in the aquarium. Right on the ocean at the bottom of Duval. But that wouldn’t be any good to Sanchez. The . . .’ He stopped abruptly as a sudden thought struck him. ‘Hey, wait a minute. There’s this place on the other side of the Key. What the hell’s it called? Ocean something. Ocean Exotica, that’s it. They have this big warehouse, built out on a pier. All kinds of fish there. They’re also into some kind of special breeding. Some guy told me they have pumps or something for fattening up fish. Large place, and there’d be plenty of room under the pier to keep a shark cage.’
    ‘What’re we waiting for, then?’
    The Ocean Exotica Warehouse was sited within a small cove on the eastern side of the Key. Sharky said that his father, who had lived around the Florida Keys all his life, maintained the area had been a favourite beach party and swimming place until it was bought up by some firm in Miami in the early 1970s. Certainly whoever owned the company had a great strategic advantage, for the pier on which the large building stood could be approached only from one road. Anyone watching from the place would spot visitors a long way off.
    Using Sharky’s car they drove almost to the door. Bond got out and looked around. There was a light breeze but the afternoon had turned hot, the air clear and pleasant. The first thing that Bond took in was the camouflage.
    From a distance, the warehouse looked as though it was built in a clapboard style which had become decayed and even crumbling over the years.