Serpent

At Pancho's order Elvis retrieved two pots from the trench and stuck first one, then the other, under her nose.

'This whatcha looking for?' the big man said.

She heard a sharp intake of breath from Chi and hoped the others didn't notice.

Taking one pot in her hands, she examined the figures drawn in black lines on the creamcolored surfaces. The scene seemed to represent a historic or legendary event. The ceramics were examples of the Codex-style pottery Dr. Chi had mentioned earlier. She handed the pot back.

'Very nice.'

'Very nice,' Pancho Villa echoed. 'Very nice. Haha. Very nice.'

After a short and vocal conference the looters marched their captives for a few more minutes. Pancho Villa led the way. Elvis and Yellow Teeth rode shotgun behind them. They headed toward a grassy mound that was partially exposed to show the stones beneath the vegetation. Pancho walked through a corbeled arch and seemed to disappear. Gamay saw that the building housed a large orifice in the ground. They descended a flight of irregular roughcut steps into the semidarkness to a dank underground chamber with a lofty roof.

The big man said a few words to Chi. Then they were left alone.

'Are you all right?' Gamay asked the professor, her voice echoing.

He rubbed the side of his face, which was still reddish where he'd been hit.

'I will live, but I can't say the same for the animal who struck me. And you?'

Rubbing her scalp where it hurt, Gamay said, 'I needed a perm anyhow'

For the first time a wide grin broke his stony expression.

'Thank you. I might have been dead if it weren't for your intervention.'

'Maybe,' Gamay said. Remembering the upraised machete she guessed the professor would have cut Yellow Teeth down to size. She looked back toward the stairs they had come down. 'What did the big man say?'

'He says he wont bother tying us up: There is only one way out. He will have someone at the entrance, and if we try to get away he will kill us.'

'He couldn't have been more direct than that.'

'It's my fault,' Chi said glumly 'I should not have brought you here. I never dreamed looters had found this place.'

'From the looks of that pottery they've been hard at work.'

'The artifacts in that ditch are worth hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions, of dollars. The big man is the boss. The other two are just hired men. Pigs.' He paused. 'It was well that you didn't say who I was.'

'I didn't know how far your fame had spread, but I didn't want to take any chances they knew who you were.' She looked up at the high roof, which was barely visible in the light coming through the entrance. 'Where are we?'

'It's a cenote. A well where the people who lived here came for their water. I found it on my second trip. Come, I'll show you.'

They went in for about a hundred feet. The darkness deepened then lightened as they came to a large pool of water. The light streamed from an opening in the rocky roof she estimated was about sixty feet high. On the far side of the basin was a steep wall that went up to the ghostly glow of the ceiling.

'The water is pure,' Dr. Chi said. 'The rainfall collects under the limestone and finds its way here and there to the surface through holes like this and underground caves.'

Gamay sat on a low ledge. 'You know this breed,' she said. 'What do you think they'll do?'

Dr. Chi was amazed at his companion's calm manner. He shouldn't be surprised, he reminded himself. She had shown no fear defending him and going after the man who attacked him.

'We have some time. They won't do anything until they confer with the traffickers who hired them about what to do with an American.'

'Then what?'

He spread his hands. 'They have little choice. This is a lucrative excavation that they won't want to abandon. Which is what they will have to do if they let us go.'

'So it will be better for them if we disappear from the face of the earth. Nobody knows where we are, although they don't know that. People might think we'd been eaten by a jaguar.'

He raised a brow 'They wouldn't have been so free in showing us their loot if they thought we'd be around to tell anybody'

She looked around. 'You wouldn't know a secret way out of here?'

'There are passageways off the main chamber. They either end or descend below the water table and are impassable.'

Gamay got up and walked over to the edge of the water. 'How deep do you suppose this is?'

'It's hard to say'

'You mentioned underwater caves. Any chance that this comes up someplace else?'

'Possible. Yes. There are other water holes in the area.'

Gamay stood a minute at the water's edge trying to probe the depths with her eyes.

'What are you doing?' the professor called after her.

'You heard what that creep said. He wants a date with me.' She dove in, breaststroked out into the middle of the basin. 'Well, he's not my type,' she said, her voice echoing in the chamber. And with a splash she disappeared beneath , the still water.

Nine Mile Hole, Arizona

19 FOR A TIME AUSTIN THOUGHT THE thunderstorm would hold off. Festering dark clouds that had been piling up all afternoon in ominous layers had snagged on a jagged peak. As Austin and Nina strolled around the edge of the ranch property they could have been a relaxed couple out for a walk, which was the impression Austin wanted to convey to any unseen watchers. They stopped under the bluegreen branches of a palo verde tree and looked off into the vast stillness. Rays from the lowering sun cast the wrinkled faces of the mountains in brilliant tones of gold, bronze, and copper.

Austin took Nina gently by the shoulders, encountering no resistance as he pulled her toward him, so close he could feel the heat coming off her body.

Are you sure I can't persuade you to leave?'

'It would be a waste of time,' she said. 'I want to see this thing through.'

Their lips were almost touching, and at any other time the romance of the setting would have concluded in a kiss. Austin looked into the gray eyes flecked with orange from the setting sun and sensed Nina was far away, her mind with her murdered friends and colleagues.

'I understand,' he said.

'Thank you. I appreciate that.' She gazed at the darkening desert. 'Do you think they will come?' she asked.

'There's no doubt in my mind. How could they resist the bait?'

'I'm not sure they're still interested in me.

'I'm talking about the Roman bust. A stroke of genius.'

'It was a collaborative endeavor,' Nina said with a smile. 'We needed a model who looked like a Roman emperor. Paul's a wonder at computer graphics. He took a file photo, simply removed the beard, thinned the hair, combed it a la Julius Caesar, and substituted a breastplate for the blazer.' Suddenly alarmed, she said, 'You .don't think Admiral Sandecker would be angry if he knew we used his face for a model, do you?'

'My guess is that he'd be quite flattered. He .might have something to say about being memorialized as a mere emperor. And the expression is a bit too benign.' He glanced at the blackening sky. 'Looks like we're in for it after all.'

The phalanx of dark clouds had broken free from the mountain peaks and was advancing swiftly in their direction. The mountains were now a deep umber. Faint rumbles echoed across the desert. The suns rays were frayed and faded.

After stopping to turn on the interior illumination of the two RVs parked near the shed, they made their way in the yellowing light toward the adobe nuns of the ranch house where Trout was manning the command post.

 The Wingates, tired from digging and sifting, had returned to their motel early. Ned, Carl, and Zavala had taken up perimeter posts in outbuildings beyond the old corral. Their positions gave them a clear view of the desert