Interpol agent Bernie Benedict and the Shark Goddess Dauna pulled into a dirt lot by the river’s edge. The New York skylight twinkled. They stood along the trash strewn bank of the East River.
Dauna took a lighter out of her jeans pocket. “Listen Clam Dip, after our swim, I’m going to take you to a place that’s absolutely to die for.”
“Swim? I thought that we were going to talk over Dim Sum dumplings at Double Chins.”
“Drive over there, next to the outfall. I’ll show you dumplings.”
“You want to swim in the East River? Do you have any idea what’s in that mess?”
“Well, the rainbow plume on the surface suggests kerosene, fuel oil, gasoline, naptha butchering, sewage, and medical waste.” she said while throwing down her jacket.
“I’m not going anywhere near that petri dish.”
Dauna kicked off her shoes. “It’s safe, Hon. The East River is as dead as the River Styx. Most bacteria can’t survive in it. Let’s have a moonlight swim, chew toy. Let’s play.” She threw down the cigarette. “I’ll protect you.”
“This water will probably dissolve your earrings.”