Once it was clear that
his assailant might survive if he didn’t die of hypothermia,
Ben ran into the building, went to the locker room, and grabbed
towels and a blanket. With the large slash in the upper sleeve
and body of the wetsuit, water would have poured in around his
assailant’s chest. The cold would be overwhelming. Ben himself
was shaking badly. Hurrying back out on the dock, he covered the
still-gagging diver in an attempt to raise his body temperature
or at least keep it from going lower. Significant quantities of
heat are lost out the head so he pulled the hood back on over
the man’s head. Ben was too weak to pull him up the steep
incline and he had neither the time nor the inclination to get
the man walking again. Wasting time would only set himself up
for another murder attempt.
It did not surprise Ben
that Frick had planned to murder him for the Sanker Corporation.
Many men would murder to possess Ben’s knowledge. Where
Frick had erred was failing to realize that it was a secret not
easily possessed.
