Zero Separation (44 page)

Ian looked up, and with a flash of recognition addressed the policeman by name. “Davie, I'll explain everything later. These people are with the United States government. They have a jet waiting at the airport. Let them go before this bloody storm gets any worse.”

The officer eyed the rain-drenched group cautiously.

“For Christ's sake,” Ian urged. “It's who I've been working with for the past two days. Top notch folks, they're scientists.”

“Wait one moment. Don't anyone leave.” The officer jumped up and went back to his police car.

“I'm going to reel in the rest of this cable.” Donovan quickly figured out the winch. “Lauren, can you help me make sure it doesn't get tangled up again?” Donovan knew at some point, Michael was going to have to leave. He just hoped that he and Lauren were on board when he did. With Lauren's help, he quickly secured the cable, then crouched down next to Ian.

“You hanging in there?”

Ian nodded. “You'll be out of here in a minute. Davie's a good man. He'll find out in short order how important the doctor is—that she needs to get off the island as soon as possible.”

“Before we go, I want to thank you for everything.” Donovan gripped Ian's shoulder and made a mental note to see to it that every one of Ian's medical expenses were covered by Eco-Watch.

“Buy me a pint next time you're out this way.”

“You can count on it. One other thing,” Donovan leaned closer. He didn't want Lauren to overhear him. “I think the Mercedes has a cut brake line. Make sure someone gives that car a good going over after we leave. I'll be in touch.”

Ian nodded, but there was no hiding the look of bewilderment and concern in his eyes.

The policeman hurried out of his car. In his hand he had several highway flares.

“I've got it from here. The ambulance will be here shortly. You're free to go.”

“Thank you.” Donovan hesitated as he climbed into the front seat of the Landcruiser. All he could think about was the causeway. His mouth was suddenly bone dry. Lauren slid in beside him and fastened her seat belt. Donovan took a deep breath and put the Toyota in gear. Without taking his eyes from the road, he reached for the radio.

“Michael. We're on our way.”