"Yes, then we use that data to model behavior and predict future patterns. That data guides us in our conservation efforts.” He smiled with enthusiasm. “Our mission here is to build resilient ecosystems through research, restoration, and re-establishment. Every dollar of funding we get goes toward that effort.”
“Have you noticed anything unusual in the shark population lately?” I asked.
“Well, two great white attacks in a week is unusual.”
“We’re not entirely sure it was a great white.”
Mark’s brow knitted with confusion. “Really? They said on the news?—”
“We don’t have confirmation yet.”
I dug into my pocket and handed him a card. “If you come across anything unusual in the shark population, give me a call.”
“You keep using the termunusual.”
I shared a look with JD, then said to Mark. “We believe the shark may have a…mutation."
"Mutation?"
"Have you encountered any sharks with genetic anomalies?" I didn't want to come right out and say it.
Mark’s expression went blank, and he shook his head. "No. But if anything turns up, I will get in touch. I'd love to hear more about this.”
"We're waiting on DNA analysis to come back, but I’ll keep you in the loop.”
"I’d appreciate that.”
“You haven’t heard of anyone doing any gene editing, have you?”
His brow wrinkled. “You mean genetically modifying marine life?”
I nodded.
“No. That would be highly illegal.” He leaned in and spoke in a soft voice. “That kind of thing may happen on the other side of the world, but not around here. I’d have heard something. I’m pretty dialed in.” He paused. “Do you really think someone’s tampering with marine life?” He thought about it. “I guess that wouldn’t surprise me. Who knows what goes on in some of these labs.” Then he muttered, “I’m just afraid that one of these days, they’re going to cook up something catastrophic. Something that can’t be contained.”
His concern wasn’t without merit.
“Look, Andrew Holt was a great guy,” Mark continued. “He devoted his life to the sea. This is a tragic loss for our community. Have you contacted his wife yet?"
"I haven’t been able to get in touch with her. From what I can tell, she is out of state.”
Mark snapped his fingers, and recognition flashed in his eyes. "That's right. I believe she went out to visit her sister. Iremember Andrew saying something about that." Mark took a deep breath. "They were having a bit of trouble lately. I think she wanted a divorce. I don't mean to gossip, but…”
"How long had they been having issues?”
"I don't know. I don't really get involved.” He dismissed it. “After all, it's not like you're investigating a murder, right?” Mark frowned. "Well, if you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I should be getting back to work.”
I smiled. "Thank you for your time. My condolences again for your loss.”
JD and I pushed the chairs away from the desk and stood up. "By the way, what was Andrew working on?”
“Monitoring the shark population and their habitat. Evaluating the health of their ecosystem. I can put you in touch with his assistant. She worked with Andrew on a daily basis and would have more specific information if you need it.”
“That would be great.”
He picked up the phone and dialed his assistant. “Marguerite, can you track down Tess Fallon and have her come to my office? There are two deputies here who need to learn more about Andrew’s work. Certainly.” Mark disconnected, then paused. “Tell me, what are your plans for the offending shark?”
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