The Turning Tides (Marina's Tales) (30 page)

Then I saw the other side of her head.

The back of her skull was sawed open, and I could see that her brain had been sliced into. Her dead eyes stared right into me, crying out for vengeance, and a tidal wave of anger came over me with a powerful surge of heat. I started to breathe hard, like I had already done what I had always planned to do.

I shut the drawer, set my flashlight down, and started casting about for something heavy. I picked up a metal lab stool and raised it over my head, crashing it down hard on a piece of delicate electronic equipment. I swang it like a bat, going from machine to machine in a frenzy of righteous destruction. Glass panels shattered, and electronics sparked. I recognized a mass spectrometer, a centrifuge, and some kind of a cellular incubator. I pulverized them, destroying the chair in the process. When I stopped to catch my breath I noticed my knuckes were bleeding, and I brought them to my mouth.

Suddenly, a red light came on, and a siren started blaring out a warning. I snapped out of it, racing to grab
my purse. This time I pulled out the gun. A deadly calm passed over me, and even as I positioned myself by the door, I found myself making plans to finish what I’d started. In my mind’s eye I could see the place in smoking ruins, and I vowed to make that vision a reality. I’d have to ask Paul what he could teach me about explosives.

When the guard burst in he was met with a pistol to the temple. “Down on your knees with your hands behind your neck,” I told him coldly, “Or I’ll blow your brains out.”

“Don’t shoot,” he said, eyeing the weapon out of the corner of his eye.

“Don’t tempt me.”

He fell to his knees, and I stepped behind him, pressing the gun to his back.
He didn’t need to know that the safety was still on. I had no intention of hurting a poor fool who hadn’t the faintest idea of what was going on
.
I w
as
sav
ing
my retribution for my real enemies. I looked around, uncertain as to what I should do with him next. I finally decided to run for it.

“Lay down on the ground,” I said in my most menacing voice, “And don’t move a muscle or I’ll shoot.”

The instant he was on the floor, I bolted for the door, slamming it behind me. When I raced out of the main entrance alarms were sounding, and I headed back the way I came. The dense swirling fog was alternately exposing and concealing the dimly lit wild
lands
surrounding the lab. I saw a flash of headlights, and the outline of a black sedan speeding towards the guard station. The car screeched to a halt just as I rounded the corner and dove through the hole I’d cut into the fence.

I popped to my feet and ran for a stand of trees across a small clearing. I moved towards the Rover, but my heart sank when I saw that another set of headlights were now illuminating it. Flashlights cut through the foggy gloom and I could hear men’s voices as they fanned out around the building. It was close to dawn and would be getting light soon
;
I knew I’d eventually have to run for it, leaving the cover of the trees.

When one of the flashlights headed my way, I bolted out of the little grove and headed for the path I knew lie ahead. I cursed myself under my breath for not thinking my getaway through better, and I ran as fast as I could manage in the dark mist, careful not to trip and fall on the bumpy, uneven trail. I decided to make my way up the coast, hide in the dense brush, and call Paul to come and get me. I could always hike back out to the freeway to get picked up.

The path led towards the cliff, turning into a narrow trail that wound through waving stands of Pampas grass and blackberry brambles. My eyes adjusted to the dim light, and after a few minutes I burst into a familiar small clearing. I stopped, peering into the swirling fog to look over the edge of the cliff. I’d reached Bradley’s favorite private surfing spot.

There was the gnarled cypress stump that hid the rope, and I could hear the crashing of the surf on the rocks below. The fog seemed to get even thicker here, and I scanned about for the way to the dirt road where we had parked. Further along the path lie the burnt out shell of the Edwards mansion, and the creepy little campsite where Yuri had held me captive. I had no desire to ever see that place again.

I wanted to call Ethan, but I couldn’t imagine how to explain my being back here, of all places.
Ruby would still be there, telling him not to listen to me.
I pulled out my phone and called Paul instead.

“Where are you?” his voice was tense.

“I’m in Santa Cruz,” I told him, “
I’m in a little bit of trouble.
I need you to come get me right away.”

“Of course. Where are you?”

I told him what freeway exit to take, explaining that I’d meet him there.

“Where are you now?”

“Just meet me by the freeway… okay? I’ll stay hidden until I see you pull over.”

“But where are you right
now
?” he was
insistent
.

A flash of light was coming towards me
.
“I have to go,” I hissed.

I heard footsteps approaching in the gloomy dark and I raced down the deer path, images of running from Yuri flashing through my mind. Déjà vu, all over again.

All at once the glare of another light appeared ahead of me, and I stopped short, turning back the way I came. When I got to the clearing I paused, getting ready to plunge into the dark underbrush. They were both coming close, converging on me,
and
I knew I’d make a ton of noise crashing through the bushes. I could see the faintest flush of dawn on the horizon, just beginning to illuminate the beautiful sparkling sea.

If only I could be safe in its cold embrace, surfing with my sisters!

The rope! Moving fast, I groped into the shadows at the base of the cypress trunk for Brad’s secret way down to the beach. I pulled out the coil and looked back over the edge, unable to see anything but a dark foggy abyss. The footsteps drew closer from both sides, and I wrapped the rope tightly around my wrist and went over the side. I slipped and fell for a few yards, finally coming to a stop in pain, the rough nylon biting into my arm as I pressed my body against the cool earth of the cliff wall.

I could hear voices as the two lights converged, and I held my breath, as quit as a mouse. I waited, straining to hear anything over the sound of the high surf. I thought about Ethan, imagining how good it would feel to finally be home with him. Hang in there, I told myself, and be strong.

Long minutes passed, and the sky started to brighten. My arms began to shake with fatigue, and I could feel a trickle of blood running down my
arm
and dripping off my
elbow
. I looked at my beautiful engagement ring, and squeezed my eyes shut, digging into the cliff wall.

Surely the security guard had given up on
looking for
me, considering it an unfortunate instance of vandalism.
They must think I’d gotten away by now.
I had a little flush of satisfaction imagining
the director’s
face when he arrived at the lab and saw
all of
his fancy equipment in ruins.

“Marina!” a familiar voice called out
.
“Marina! Where are you?”

“Paul?” I whispered hoarsely, not sure how he could have gotten here so fast.

“Marina, I know you’re nearby… come out… it’s me, Paul…”

I was cold, tired and confused. I had no idea how much longer I could hang there, and I was starting to doubt I had the strength to climb either up or down. “Over here!” I called.

“Marina?”

“Over the side!” I yelled.

I felt a tug on the rope, and I used my legs to help scramble up. Paul grabbed my arms and pulled me onto the path where I lay gasping for air. He checked my arms,
and
seeing the blood from the rope burn, his brow knit together with concern.

“Are you injured?” he sounded scared.

“I’m okay,” I sat up, “How did you get here so fast?”

“Very clever hiding,” he said, nodding towards the rope. “Are you armed?”

I nodded, “I have my gun.”

“Let’s see it,” he held out his hand and I automatically gave him the gun. He checked the clip, snapping it back in and engaging the safety before he returned it to me. He pulled me to my feet by my uninjured wrist.

“Let’s get back to the lab,” he said, not letting go.

“No way!” I shrieked, pulling away
.
“Are you crazy?”

He looked like he was trying not to smile, “I want you to show me what you found there.”

I shook my head no,
still in shock.
“I need to talk to Evie first,” I said, unwilling to discuss the dead mermaid with him.

“Come on… Don’t you trust me?” he asked earnestly, taking my arm and trying to lead me back towards the lab.

I balked, “Seriously– Are you nuts? There’s too much security… We can’t get back in there now!”

“Sure we can,” he said, gripping my arm tighter.

I knew he was confident, but he was scaring me, so I pulled my phone out of my purse, “I’d better call Boris.”

Paul’s hand snaked out, faster than lightening. He took the phone from my hand, grinning his
perfect
grin at me, “I can’t let you do that, Marina.”

I watched, incredulous, as he took the phone and flung it over the cliff.

I scrambled backwards in horror, tripping over a root. I reached in my purse, and this time I disengaged the safety the same time I drew my gun… Just as he’d taught me.

“Nice draw,” he smiled, “But you won’t shoot me.” He kept coming towards me.

I gritted my teeth and pulled the trigger. His eyes flew open in shock. I looked at the gun in horror, realizing that he’d just unloaded it. I grabbed for the Taser in my purse, but before I could get it he was on me, rolling me over and pinning my arms roughly behind my back.

“You little bitch! I thought you liked me,” he actually sounded hurt.

He sat up on my back, flinging the gun and then my purse high in the air and over the cliff into the pounding surf. He clamped my arms together in a vise-like grip and yanked me to my feet. I was in shock, trying to process what had just happened.

“You work for Edwards?” I gasped.

He laughed, “Are you kidding? That vain old man?”

He laughed in my ear, brutally frogmarching me all the way back to the lab. There were two cars in the parking lot, and the security guard I’d confronted was standing by the open entrance.

“That’s the one!” he
told
Paul
.
“She nearly shot me!”

“Help me!” I pleaded to him, “I’m being kidna–”

Paul clamped his hand over my mouth. I bit it, and he twisted my arm so hard I thought it might snap.

“She’s one of those crazy animal rights types…The university wants to handle this internally,” he said through gritted teeth
.
“We’ll be shutting the lab down for a few days. You can take the next week off… paid. They’ll be a bonus for your cooperation.”

He looked dubious, “What about the gun?”

“It was
only
a replica,” he called over his shoulder, dragging me into the building and closing the door behind us. He brought me to the lab door and pounded on it with a fist. It swung open, revealing a slightly balding, slightly grey, but mostly nondescript man in a lab coat.

Paul sounded almost gleeful, “Doctor Neuman, I have a new subject for you.”

I looked into the same eyes I’d seen before. Cold as ice, they were completely soulless, making me catch my breath, same as before. There was only one difference.

This time, they regarded me eagerly.

~

C
hapter
T
wenty

PAUL

~

“Marina Vanderpool, I presume,” the doctor said with a nod
.
“
I’m
Doctor Neuman. We’ve been expecting you.”
His politeness was bizarre, and only added to the
surreal
quality of what was happening.
He looked to Paul, “Did you know she was here before? I found her snooping around in the hallway, oh, must have been
two
days ago.”

“I figured as much,” Paul grasped me tighter
.
“She was asking me about electronic locks.”

“How could she have possibly discovered the code?” the doctor looked at Paul suspiciously, gesturing for us to follow him.

“That’s a good question,” said Paul,
squeezing me
roughly
.
“She’s full of surprises.”

I was thrust through the door, and it slammed behind me with a terrible finality. I looked around the now brightly lit room to see a
small,
pale young man in a
lab coat
, busily cleaning up the mess I’d made. Paul half shoved, and half dragged me along behind the doctor, who was still surveying the damage I’d caused as we passed by the wreckage.