JonDlundyn Parker adventure # 6
November 21st 2006 18:44
CHAPTER 6
TWISTING THE TIGERS TAIL
Lundyn dropped Roscoe off at the Swansea wharf. Karen stayed on board to be dropped off at the Toronto wharf. There was no conversation on the trip down the channel or across the lake. Each person was locked into thought. Their eyes were simply taking in the view and their minds hard at work. For Lundyn it was an almost daily occurrence to be out on the boat and watching the workings of nature but still he enjoyed it. For Karen it was a new experience to be on the lake. She was a water person and her late husband had always had boats and she had enjoyed them very much. Now they were both enjoying the gurgle of the water passing over the hull as the little Yanmar pushed the timber hull of the launch through the water. Past the man-made sand islands that were left over from when the Royal Australian Air Force had the channel deepened and widened to bring in heavy barges from the sea. Now the islands were established micro ecologies. They were home for the big graceful pelicans and tiny fairy penguins. Past tiny little bays with their communities of waterfront folk. Some houses in complete disrepair, others being refurbished as holiday homes for the well heeled from Sydney or Newcastle. Along the route numerous fishing boats were anchored in and just off the channel, with hopeful fisherman waving their rods at the water.
Karen was at loggerheads with her emotions. She was still tingling with the sex she had encountered with Roscoe she thought that she must be satisfied. Yet a part of her was starting to plan how to land Lundyn. She was certainly attracted to him. She had noticed his bearing and manliness from the first encounter when he and Roscoe had come to her rescue. Then she was a married woman. Not happy but faithful. Now she was a widow of only a very short time and she had already cast off her mourning period and was looking to make merry. With Roscoe it had been pure sex. She had certainly warmed to his ways. The music, the soft side of the man who took the effort to make her feel at home and welcome. But she knew that Roscoe would be like this with all his women. She was sure that he would not be behaving like a monk. For him too it had just been the sex. The romancing of course was icing on the cake. His way of doing things right. Lundyn was an enigma to her. He didn’t stare at her like a lot of men did and didn’t seem to take very much notice of the fact that she was a woman and had very womanly attributes at all. Yet she had lust growing in her loins. From the moment he dropped off his dive gear and towelled down in front of her. Admittedly he had done it in a way as not to show himself off but she could not help thinking about what she had not seen. Yes, she thought, after all the sex with Roscoe she still wanted to have Lundyn.
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given where the wallet was found. So he was probably alive. The business cards were mainly from different businesses in Thailand and some from Australia. One was from a marine broker in Sydney and he was probably the one who sold the yacht to Fong Sin Lee. One card was of particular interest. It was written with Chinese characters but an email address was given in English. It was the same address given by the poor departed Hamash. And it seemed that the clue lead to Thailand. He would have the business card translated at the local Chinese restaurant where he was a well-known customer. His next problem was Karen. She was, he decided, making overtures to him. Not terribly subtle either. Her body language just screamed to him that she was available. He felt the stirrings within himself and despite having to develop his photos as quickly as possible to send to the insurance company he decided to take the time to get to know Karen better.
“I need to stop off at my home and pick up a change of clothes and then I can drop you at the wharf.” Lundyn said to Karen.
“Fine,” she replied with a toss of her head. “I don’t have a particular timetable these days.” Lundyn pulled up beside his ketch. He had put out fenders on the launch to protect the hulls of both vessels. He reached out his hand and took Karen’s. “Come on board and have a look around,” he invited.
“This is your home.” She smiled. “What a great looking yacht. Tell me about it.” Lundyn gave a brief history of the yacht. How he had boarded it with the Royal Australian Navy and later diving underneath had found a compartment that turned out filled with low-grade heroin. A full search by Her Majesty’s Customs had revealed some little secret nooks and crannies for hiding weapons. Lundyn had found more when he took over the vessel after purchasing it from the auctions. But that was still his secret. He told her how he had converted the crew quarters into a dark room and photo studio to help with his insurance work. He described the engine power, the generator that gave him power to run his computer and all the electrical gadgetry he was fond of.
“It is my home and fully self contained office. I can sail her almost anywhere in the world and do my work from her. She is equipped with state of the art communication systems, a long range radar and she sails like a witch.” Lundyn beamed as described his boat. It was really his first love these days. He could not believe his luck at being able to buy it at the auctions. It was not particularly cheap but as he was the only person that knew the boat fairly intimately he had been able to outbid the other buyer who would have needed to do surveys and so on to trust the integrity of the boat. Lundyn pondered the contents of the wallet as he steered the launch across the lake toward Toronto. Fong Sin Lee was probably the skipper of the vessel that was sunk,
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