on her dark skin, giving off a soft glow. She was almost invisible, saying nothing and obediently following the professor’s orders, but Jackson now realized something: she was beautiful. Her round, bright face and almond eyes were inspiring, her thin scar on the right side of her face mystifying.
Jackson Sumner’s thoughts were broken when Heedman sat down next to him. “This is a strange business indeed.”
“I’m sure you’re used to dealing in strange businesses,” Jackson replied.
Heedman chuckled, “Right you are. The best part about being a cryptozoologist is knowing from the get – go that no one likes you or even believes you. It relieves a whole lot of stress.”
“Don’t you get tired of chasing after things that don’t exist?”
“Who says it doesn’t exist? You’re here, looking for the same thing.”
Jackson stared into the water that was whizzing by, lost to the speed of the boat. “That doesn’t mean I’m convinced.”
“You will be soon,” Heedman grinned. “By the way, why are you here? I mean, who sent you?”
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