Jaws by Peter Benchley Page A
Authors: Peter Benchley
Tags: Fiction, General, Fiction - General, Thrillers, Action & Adventure, Horror, Sea stories, Horror Tales, Police chiefs, Horror Fiction, Sharks, Shark attacks, Seaside resorts, Marine biologists
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that, when it broke, would shatter like iced crystal. "And if the battery
was dead, that would explain why he couldn't call on the radio."
"The radio was working, Sally."
"Wait a minute. Who's there? Oh, it's you." There was a pause. Brody heard Sally talking to Grace Finley. Then Sally came back on the line. "Grace says you told her to come over here. Why?"
"I thought --"
"You think he's dead, don't you? You think he drowned." The veneer shattered, and she began to sob.
"I'm afraid so, Sally. That's all we can think at the moment. Let me talk to Grace
for a minute, will you please?"
A couple of seconds later, the voice of Grace Finley said, "Yes, Martin?"
"I'm sorry to do this to you, but I couldn't think of anything else. Can you stay with her for a while?"
"All night. I will."
"That might be a good idea. I'll try to get over later on. Thanks."
"What happened, Martin?"
"We don't know for sure."
"Is it that... thing again?"
"Maybe. That's what we're trying to figure out. But do me a favor, Grace. Don't say anything about a shark to Sally. It's bad enough as it is."
"All right, Martin. Wait. Wait a minute." She covered the mouthpiece of the phone with her hand, and Brody heard some muffled conversation. Then Sally Gardner came on the line.
"Why did you do it, Martin?"
"Do what?" Apparently, Grace Finley tried to take the phone from her hand, for Brody heard Sally say, "Let me speak, damn you!" Then she said to him, "Why did you send him? Why Ben?" Her voice wasn't particularly loud, but she spoke with an intensity that struck Brody as hard as if she were yelling.
"Sally, you're --"
"This didn't have to happen!" she said. "You could have stopped it." Brody wanted to hang up. He didn't want a repetition of the scene with the Kintner boy's mother.
But he had to defend himself. She had to know that it wasn't his fault. How could she blame him? He said, "Crap! Ben was a fisherman, a good one. He knew the risks."
"If you hadn't --"
"Stop it, Sally!" Brody let himself stamp on her words. "Try to get some rest." He
hung up the phone. He was furious, but his fury was confused. He was angry at Sally Gardner for accusing him, and angry at himself for being angry at her. If, she had said. If
what? If he had not sent Ben. Sure. And if pigs had wings they'd be eagles. If he had gone
himself. But that wasn't his trade. He had sent the expert. He looked up at Meadows. file:///C|/My Documents/Mike's Shit/utilities/books/pdf format/Benchley, Peter - Jaws.txt (37 of 131) [1/18/2001 2:02:22 AM]
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"You heard."
"Not all of it. But enough to gather that Ben Gardner has become victim number four."
Brody nodded. "I think so." He told Meadows and Hooper about his trip with Hendricks. Once or twice, Meadows interrupted with a question. Hooper listened, his angular face placid and his eyes --a light, powder blue --fixed on Brody. At the end of his tale, Brody reached into his pants pocket. "We found this," he said. "Leonard dug it out of the wood." He flipped the tooth to Hooper, who turned it over in his hand.
"What do you think, Matt?" said Meadows.
"It's a white."
"How big?"
"I can't be sure, but big. Fifteen, twenty feet. That's some fantastic fish." He looked at Meadows. "Thanks for calling me," he said. "I could spend a whole lifetime around sharks and never see a fish like that."
Brody asked, "How much would a fish like that weigh?"
"Five or six thousand pounds."
Brody whistled. "Three tons."
"Do you have any thoughts about what happened?" Meadows asked.
"From what the chief says, it sounds like the fish killed Mr. Gardner."
"How?" said Brody.
"Any number of ways. Gardner might have fallen overboard. More likely, he was pulled over. His leg may have gotten tangled in a harpoon line. He could even have been taken while he was leaning over the stern."
"How do you account for the teeth in the stern?"
"The fish attacked
was dead, that would explain why he couldn't call on the radio."
"The radio was working, Sally."
"Wait a minute. Who's there? Oh, it's you." There was a pause. Brody heard Sally talking to Grace Finley. Then Sally came back on the line. "Grace says you told her to come over here. Why?"
"I thought --"
"You think he's dead, don't you? You think he drowned." The veneer shattered, and she began to sob.
"I'm afraid so, Sally. That's all we can think at the moment. Let me talk to Grace
for a minute, will you please?"
A couple of seconds later, the voice of Grace Finley said, "Yes, Martin?"
"I'm sorry to do this to you, but I couldn't think of anything else. Can you stay with her for a while?"
"All night. I will."
"That might be a good idea. I'll try to get over later on. Thanks."
"What happened, Martin?"
"We don't know for sure."
"Is it that... thing again?"
"Maybe. That's what we're trying to figure out. But do me a favor, Grace. Don't say anything about a shark to Sally. It's bad enough as it is."
"All right, Martin. Wait. Wait a minute." She covered the mouthpiece of the phone with her hand, and Brody heard some muffled conversation. Then Sally Gardner came on the line.
"Why did you do it, Martin?"
"Do what?" Apparently, Grace Finley tried to take the phone from her hand, for Brody heard Sally say, "Let me speak, damn you!" Then she said to him, "Why did you send him? Why Ben?" Her voice wasn't particularly loud, but she spoke with an intensity that struck Brody as hard as if she were yelling.
"Sally, you're --"
"This didn't have to happen!" she said. "You could have stopped it." Brody wanted to hang up. He didn't want a repetition of the scene with the Kintner boy's mother.
But he had to defend himself. She had to know that it wasn't his fault. How could she blame him? He said, "Crap! Ben was a fisherman, a good one. He knew the risks."
"If you hadn't --"
"Stop it, Sally!" Brody let himself stamp on her words. "Try to get some rest." He
hung up the phone. He was furious, but his fury was confused. He was angry at Sally Gardner for accusing him, and angry at himself for being angry at her. If, she had said. If
what? If he had not sent Ben. Sure. And if pigs had wings they'd be eagles. If he had gone
himself. But that wasn't his trade. He had sent the expert. He looked up at Meadows. file:///C|/My Documents/Mike's Shit/utilities/books/pdf format/Benchley, Peter - Jaws.txt (37 of 131) [1/18/2001 2:02:22 AM]
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"You heard."
"Not all of it. But enough to gather that Ben Gardner has become victim number four."
Brody nodded. "I think so." He told Meadows and Hooper about his trip with Hendricks. Once or twice, Meadows interrupted with a question. Hooper listened, his angular face placid and his eyes --a light, powder blue --fixed on Brody. At the end of his tale, Brody reached into his pants pocket. "We found this," he said. "Leonard dug it out of the wood." He flipped the tooth to Hooper, who turned it over in his hand.
"What do you think, Matt?" said Meadows.
"It's a white."
"How big?"
"I can't be sure, but big. Fifteen, twenty feet. That's some fantastic fish." He looked at Meadows. "Thanks for calling me," he said. "I could spend a whole lifetime around sharks and never see a fish like that."
Brody asked, "How much would a fish like that weigh?"
"Five or six thousand pounds."
Brody whistled. "Three tons."
"Do you have any thoughts about what happened?" Meadows asked.
"From what the chief says, it sounds like the fish killed Mr. Gardner."
"How?" said Brody.
"Any number of ways. Gardner might have fallen overboard. More likely, he was pulled over. His leg may have gotten tangled in a harpoon line. He could even have been taken while he was leaning over the stern."
"How do you account for the teeth in the stern?"
"The fish attacked
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