Willow sighed and sat down at her desk. Awaking her computer, she glanced over the injury sheet the examiner had left her. The details were quite horrific. Seeing her computer screen appear, she devoted her attention to it, thankful for the diversion.
Willow browsed the internet for the information she was looking for. The website for the Steinhart Aquarium engulfed her screen. She scrolled, absorbing the new information she was receiving from the website. After reading some basic facts on sharks, Willow sought for the main reason for clicking the website. She copied the California Academy of Sciences number down and quickly called, wanting to reach them by closing hours.
"Hello, California Academy of Sciences, this is Amanda, how may I help you?" rang the secretary's voice.
"Uh, yes, can you please connect me to the director of the Steinhart Aquarium," asked Willow.
"Sure can, hold on for one second please."
A short time afterward a female's voice picked up. "Hello, Faith Lethane speaking."
"Hello Mrs. Lethane, I'm Chief Rosenberg. I'm the head of the Sol Island Police Department and I need a marine biologist to come out to the island to help us with a shark problem." There was no use in sugar coating it. There just wasn't.
Faith thought a moment before answering. "You have a shark problem, eh? Well, I have two very skilled marine biologists who specialize in sharks, I think we can send one over...," she trialed. Willow heard papers rustling in the background. Faith continued, "Alright Chief Rosenberg, I going to send out Tara MaClay, one of the best damn marine biologist I have. She's been with us for four years, so she knows her area. I can have her down in three days to a week, depending on how soon I can get her cleared on temp leave. Other then that, I see no problem."
Willow perked up and released the breath she was holding.
"Thank you, it will be much appreciated. If you could please tell Mrs. MaClay that when she arrives, to just drop by the police station, it's right near the barge drop off. Tell her to ask for Chief Rosenberg, yeah?" she explained.
"Sure thing Chief, give us a call if you have anymore questions or problems," chuckled the brunette.
"Thanks again, bye," ended Willow as she hung up.
Shortly after Faith hung the phone up, she walked out to the dolphin tank. The muscular woman, toned from all the swimming she managed, found Tara MaClay in a dive suit feeding Daisy, the aquarium's most hyper dolphin. Tara barely noticed Faith at the edge of the top of the tank.
"Hey Blondie, I got a job for ya."
Tara spun around in the water quickly. Daisy, assuming it was playtime, spun around as well, bouncing slightly when she had completed her task. Tara smiled and tossed her a fish.
"Job? Did I get fired and not get the notice?" joked the blonde, her hair in a wet ponytail.
"Nah, you're still ours, but they got a shark situation down on Sol Island, not too far from here. They needed an expert and well T, you're pretty much the best we got," winked the voluptuous brunette.
"Shark problem? Like attacks, you mean," clarified the blonde.
"That's my guess, but anyway, let's try and get you out there day after tomorrow. The police chief over there, uh, Rosenberg, said for you to stop by the station and meet with her then, so she's knows you arrived and all."
Tara nodded her head in acknowledgement and turned her attention back to Daisy who was nudging her shoulder. She gently petted the dolphin's head. Faith turned to go, but hesitated and turned back to her old college friend. The two had gone to school together, learned together, even roomed together now.
"Hey T, you a'ight? I mean, I know Glory and you didn't work out, but honestly, she wasn't that great. Definitely not good enough for you," Faith consoled.
"If I was too good for her, then why did she break up with me?" questioned Tara softly. Tara knew Faith was right, and frankly, Tara didn't give a damn about Glory any more. It was being alone that Tara loathed.
"Tara, I know you're not pining for her. That's not your style and I know it. Just remember, if you ever need to talk or someone to just be with, heh, well, you know where I live," Faith chuckled. She looked around and spotted a fish bucket with some fish in it. Faith picked up one fish and threw it towards Daisy who jumped over Tara's head to catch it. Tara turned to give Faith a nasty look, but giggled when Faith walked off, sticking her tongue out at her.
Once Faith was out of ear shot, Tara focused on Daisy.
"Daisy, come here," she called, tapping the water lightly. Daisy swam up slowly from the depths of the tank and bounced slightly, caused Tara to smile. She patted the mammal.
"Oh Daisy, I'm twenty-eight and have more failed relationships than shark have teeth. And that's a lot!" she laughed in spite of herself. "I'm really beginning to lose it. I'm twenty-eight, not sixty-three. I got time, right? I mean, I can live lonely without someone to hold me, yeah sure, I can do that," she sighed and fed Daisy one last fish. "It's getting late Daisy, I gotta head home and pack, "she said ruefully. "Gotta handle this shark issue before it bites them in the ass - literally." She laughed at her own joke. "I'll be back though, alright, and we'll have a play date, promise." She kissed the top of the dolphin's head and swam to the side, pulling herself out of the aquarium tank. Doing one last sweep to the Sand Tiger shark tank, she checked to make sure Angel, the other marine biologist specializing in sharks, had fed them.
Retrieving her bag of dry clothes, she told Fred goodnight and walked to her car. As she drove home, her thoughts began to wander to the shark situation and why in the hell they needed her. Oh well, she loved sharks - ever since she saw the movie White Death, she fell in love. And it was the only thing to fall in love with her thus far.
As it turns out, she beat Faith home. She cooked herself some easy Mac and Cheese and packed herself up. She had some paper work to fill out the next day before she headed out to Sol Island.
God I hope Chief Rosenberg isn't a bitch...