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By the Deep Blue Sea
Chapter 1
Meet the Boys
A storm raged in the Pacific. The wind driven ocean waves rose and clashed under a cloud darkened sky; lightening crackled casting shadows in the water. First all is darkness and then a flash of light reveals a creature riding the torrent. A huge tail flickers on the crest of a wave, is silvered by the celestial fireworks and disappears into the darkness again. The same or another pale and luminescent tail follows the first over the crest of the wave. Almost buried in the rolling thunder and the pounding wind are gusts of laughter.
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The tide sends the waves against the Malibu shoreline further up the sand with every pulse. Above the shore the homes of the rich, on their tall stilts, protected behind their sea walls, look out over the Pacific. Lights blare over the sand and out to sea, creating stages on which their inhabitants dance.
Out of the breaking waves appear two dark forms, crouching close to the sand and dodging from shadow to shadow. Silent and swift the pair moves up to the edges of the buildings and disappears under one.
First there are the soft sounds of digging in the sand pushed up shore by the winds. Sand flies out from under the veranda and is carried away by the breeze. A couple of grunts and the cursing of deep voices drift out from under the house; it sounds like a fight is in progress. The intruders are unaware that the homeowner is sleeping just above them on the deck in a recliner.
Silently the bare foot man stands and tries to peer over his railing. The intruders are definitely under his house. He reaches for a phone on the table and dials 911, extremely confident that there will be an immediate response. This is Malibu. He doesn't expect to wait and he's right. It only takes about ten minutes.
From under the house he hears a sharp bark, like a sea lion and a cry of warning. There is more shuffling and something careens off one of the house supports. The home owner hears the front door bell and runs silently to open the door. On the front landing are two police officers. Mr. Redmond whispers the situation and offers to guide the officers down the side stairs that lead down to the beach.
"No, stay here." the older officer replies. "Just point out the stairs."
The two men draw their guns and creep down the stairs tucked into the outside wall of the stuccoed building. They were clearly outlined against the pastel plaster. If anyone was looking they were in plain sight.
Just as they almost clear the lower floor there is a strong yellow flickering light and the shadows of two tall men intervene between the officers and a fire burning on the ground.
"Hands up, police!" they shout, rushing to clear the rest of the stairs but the two men under the house run straight for the ocean. One is carrying a box by a handle on the short end. The policemen realize these guys are naked.
One officer heads under the house to check on the fire and the other chases after the men. The two suspects are running through the sands and seem to be laughing and making strange clicking noises.
"Stop or I'll shoot." The officer yells thinking at the same time "How the hell do I explain two naked guys with bullet wounds? They definitely aren't armed." He can finally hear his partner yelling and coming after them.
The guy with the box stops suddenly, spins in place like a discus thrower and slings the box off into the ocean. Then the two men take giant strides and leap into the ocean waves; arcing high and splashing down just beyond the surf line. At that point the officer decides to fire but is completely thrown off as the two men appear to transform in the air. By the time they hit the water they have fish tails.
Both officers stop and look at each other. Glancing back at the water they see a frisky fish tail flip up in the air and wriggle as if to wave good bye.
"What did you see?" The older officer asks his partner.
"It had to be a trick of the moonlight," the younger man says. "It almost looked like they had tails."
"That's what I thought." Just then they are distracted by Mr. Redmond yelling from his balcony. When they look back at the man, who is standing 20 feet above the sand, has binoculars in his hand. "They turned into fish." The man yells.
"Not possible." The officer says but they both holster their guns. There is nothing to be done except try to explain what just happened in an official report and not look like coupe of drunks.
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Detective Gabe Wing stood on the beach staring out over the smiling Pacific with his arms folded and a frown on his face. The ocean sparkled and winked back at him but he wasn't fooled. He would never get used to this assignment. He would rather be staring at gritty sidewalks and rundown apartment buildings with the cracked stucco peeling off. He knew that being assigned to Malibu was supposed to be a reward for most cops but deep inside he was very aware that it was a subtle punishment crafted by the Police Chief for shooting his mouth off.
Most Detectives did their job, kept their heads down and their mouths shut. Not him though, not Detective Gabriel Wing. He had talked about the orders to let the Mayor's son score and then bust the dealer with the next strung out junkie in line.
His comment to the reporter for the on-line site about the bust had embarrassed the Mayor, got his son put in rehab as a slap on the wrist by the judge and pissed off Chief Naomi Ryder. They couldn't really do much to him. He received a commendation for exemplary police work and was given the supposedly 'plum' assignment to Malibu. Now here he was. At least burglaries were a step up from patrolling the beaches and telling people to put their clothes back on as they were annoying the neighbors.
He squatted down and picked up a hand full of dry sand. He scanned the beach. It had been high tide last night and any evidence of the pursuit was long gone.
The report turned into at the station made little or no sense at all. He had read it twice. It didn't make any more sense the second time around. He asked to talk to Officers Darryl Brown and Everett Hicks and had been told they were on patrol and would be back at the station at three in the afternoon.
He wouldn't even have been handed the file if the home owner, Neil Redmond, hadn't complained to his good friend and client, Mayor Alvarez. Evidently Mr. Redmond was the Mayor's broker. He could not be ignored. Detective Wing stood up and brushed the sand from his hands. Sneering again at the lovely ocean he headed up under Redmond's house. Shit, now he had sand in his shoes. He hated Malibu. If he wanted to go to the beach he would go on the weekend, on his own time. Freaking Malibu.
Under the house he found a hole, a six foot deep hole. These guys had dug down past the sand into the underlying clay and had started a fire at the bottom. Well, that was different. It almost looked like there had been something at the bottom of the hole. Something these guys had burned. Detective Wing wished he had brought his flashlight with him. It was cool and dark under the house and he really could not make out what was at the bottom of the darker hole. He was suddenly startled by a voice behind him.
"Do you think they were trying to burn down the house?"
Wing turned and was confronted by the home owner himself. Redmond was dressed for the beach; flip-flops, linen pants and a floral patterned red and white shirt. He was holding a gaily striped and sweating glass in his hand, ice cubes tinkling. The beach attire contrasted with the man's immobile face and styled hair. It almost looked like he was wearing a disguise.
They shook hands formally and introduced themselves. "You wouldn't have a flashlight nearby, would you Mr. Redmond?" Wing asked. Redmond looked insulted, as if the detective should have thought of these things himself. Wing already hated the guy.
Redmond retrieved a flashlight from upstairs and gave it to Wing when he returned. Both men squatted over the hole. With the light it was easy to tell that this wasn't just a hole, it was a grave. The intruders had burned a coffin and its contents.
Wing and Redmond backed away from the grave and turned to face the ocean. "You were here when it happened, right?" Wing asked. "I was wondering what you saw. I have to say the official report is just a little thin. "
"I would think so." Redmond responded. "I didn't think that those cops wanted to write down what we saw. It didn't make any sense."
"Go on," Gabe said whipping out his little spiral bound pad to take notes.
Redmond sipped his drink. "Would you mind coming up into the house, Detective?" Redmond seemed uncomfortable. "I'd like to tell you the whole story." He turned to the stairs and Wing followed. Upstairs Redmond went immediately to the deck and showed the Detective the recliner and then led him to the railing. A pair of binoculars lay on a little table nearby.
"I was mostly asleep but the thumping and voices from under the house woke me up. I came over here and I couldn't see anyone but it sounded like someone was fighting under my house. I dialed 911. The noises went on and at one point it sounded like something was thrown against one of the house supports. There were clicking noises and I began to wonder if it might be a couple of harbor seals but then there were voices and shouting. About that time the police came to the door and told me to stay up here. They went down the stairs with their guns drawn."
"I had the binoculars so I clearly saw these two guys running away from the house. They were butt naked and seemed to be laughing. One of them was carrying a box."
"They were laughing?" Gabe inquired.
Redmond took another sip. "They didn't seem to be scared of the cops with guns at all. They were running and laughing then the guy with the box whirled around a couple of times and threw the box pretty far out in the water. They continued to run straight at the ocean and jumped into the water. This is where it got really weird."
"Naked guys under your house evidently digging up a grave and burning a coffin is not weird enough for you? That or the naked guys running from the cops laughing?" Gabe asked. "It got weirder?"
"Yes. I didn't know about the grave then. I had the binoculars and when those guys jumped, and jumped damn high, I saw them turn into fish before they hit the water."
Gabriel eyed Redmond's drink.
"No, I wasn't' drunk." Redmond huffed. "They didn't turn completely into fish; just the bottom half, from the waist down. The top were men. They were god damn mermaids. One of them flipped his tail at us like he was waving good bye and then disappeared under the water."
Gabriel leaned on the railing, looked out over the ocean and thought to himself. "Ok then, mermaids. I'm chasing mermaids. Freaking Malibu."
