Chapter 467: Cause Of Death

A small jolt of panic set in. "Tell me he didn't die before he could tell us where." That would be just awesome.

But Dr. Aberstock winked and held up a familiar looking dive computer. "I have the coordinates and the depth at which he made his find," he said. "Which means, now, so do you and the team."

I hugged him quickly, on impulse, though it was honestly hard to maintain any level of excitement with the headache I was dealing with and the events of the last twenty-four hours weighing on me.

Dr. Aberstock paused, good humor fading into concern. "Fee," he said, looking in my eyes, his own narrowing. "Are you experiencing any further symptoms?"

No way I was going back in the duffel bag of death. "I'm fine." I said. "Just a headache. Can you blame me?" He stared at me, didn't speak for so long I sighed at last and eye rolled. "Fine, and a little dizziness. Also understandable since I didn't sleep well last night." He continued his long, silent stare. "I'm okay. I promise."