“Seven is perfect.”
“Great, I’ll text you the details on where to meet.”
“I look forward to that.”Her voice dripped with sexuality as if her words held another meaning.It made his skin crawl.
“I have to go.I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bye.”
Barry hung up already dreading this meeting.
“So tomorrow?”Mac asked, appearing nonchalant.
“Yeah, I was thinking of meeting her at the bar we met at.”It was open, public, and full of exits if he needed to escape.
“Not exactly the atmosphere I’d imagine for a date.”
“It’s not a real date.”He felt the need to remind her.
“Whatever.”She shrugged.
Mac was now in a mood, and he needed to fix it.“What are you working on?”Getting her to talk about sharks always helped brighten her mood.
“We tagged some new sharks yesterday.I offered to input all of the data into our system.What are you working on?”
He was looking up everything he could on Annabelle, but she was a trigger for Mac.“I’m looking into the fishermen on the island.”Maybe he could narrow down his search for boats to look into that were trawling the ocean floor.
He imagined it had to be a decent-sized boat, which left out places like Jacques.Maybe for the right price, the man could point him in the direction for the type of fishermen he was looking for.It would be faster than trying to go through hundreds of registered fishermen on the island.There was also the chance the person trawling wasn’t from this island but somewhere else.
The fish could be going to any number of islands and not necessarily here.“Who would you say is the most profitable fisherman on the island?”he asked Mac.
The sound of the keyboard clicking stopped, and Mac turned sideways in her seat to face him.“Price, Sampson, and Gaines.”
Maybe one of them could be the culprit.“Do you know much about them?”
“Reputation mostly for Price and Sampson.”Mac shrugged.“I buy my fish from Gaines for the boat.”
“Do any of them seem like the type of person to trawl the ocean floor?”
“No, but then, like I said, I don’t know them.From their reputations, they are good, honest fisherman.There is a bar on the north side where the fishermen on the island hang out after they bring in their haul for the day.”
“Do all the fishermen go there?”
“I don’t know.”Mac shrugged her shoulders once more.“I’ve never hung out with them.They fish the north side of the island, and we do our research down here.We all kind of keep to our own.”
If the big fishermen were there, then it was a good place to scope out.
“Are you thinking about going?”
“Yeah, why?”he questioned when she looked at him skeptically.
“No offense, but you stick out like a sore thumb amongst fishermen.”
Barry looked down at himself, not seeing what she meant.“How so?”
“You don’t look like a fisherman.”
“How does a fisherman look?”
