“Any reason the Coast Guard would be interested?” Phil asked.
“Of course not,” Max said, playing with the emerald ring on his little finger. Helen thought that gave him away.
“Oh, hell, Phil, I can’t bullshit you,” Max said. “You knew what we were doing. I never understood why you didn’t turn me in.”
“Didn’t like the twerp who hired me,” Phil said. “The investor. He wanted to make sure you weren’t running drugs. I tried to say I thought you were jewel smuggling, but he interrupted and said, ‘I’m not paying you to think. Is he smuggling drugs?’ I told him you weren’t.”
“You told the God’s honest truth,” Max said. “Thanks to you, he invested in our salvage operation and we found Spanish gold. He was happy and I owe you big-time. Still do.”
“Forget it,” Phil said, and sipped his beer.
“I have friends on both sides of the law,” Max said. He turned to Helen. “You’ve got a tough job. Emeralds are easy to hide aboard a yacht.” He took a ketchup-slathered bite of burger.
“That’s what the captain said. Isn’t Colombia where emeralds come from?” Helen asked. She speared a scallop in her stir-fry.
“It’s a major source,” Max said. “Brazil is another. So are Egypt and other parts of Africa. Cleopatra’s mines in the deserts near the Red Sea produced some of the first emeralds. Egyptian stones are small and dark. They say Cleopatra loved her emeralds more than all her other jewels.
“The Romans believed that emeralds did not fatigue the eyes like other gems. Did you know the emperor Nero wore emerald sunglasses to watch the gladiators die? Wonder how red blood looked through green glasses? Blood and emeralds. They go together.”
Max abandoned the wreckage of his dinner to continue his lecture. “Mel Fisher, the greatest treasure hunter of all, discovered emeralds in the shipwreck
Helen tried not to look at her watch. They had to leave soon. How could she steer Max back to the subject? She tried to signal Phil, but he was finishing his beer.
“Does your captain know if he found Colombian emeralds?” Max asked.
Good, Helen thought. Max was back on track.
“He didn’t know,” Helen said. “He’s not an expert. The captain thought they looked like the emeralds he saw in the jewelry shops at Atlantis. The colors ranged from blue-green to deep green.”
“Could be Colombian,” Max said. “An expert would know for sure. You said they were in a box. What kind?”
“A plastic tackle box. The captain said it was filled with stones.”
Max whistled. “That’s worth hundreds of thousands. Maybe more, depending on the quality. Your smuggler is smart, but not smart enough. He knows enough to smuggle in cut emeralds, but not how to treat them right. Loose stones should be stored in individual velvet compartments, not dumped in a box where they could get chipped or scratched.”
“What happens to those emeralds once they reach the U.S.?” Helen asked.
“The smuggler may try to fly with them to a dealer,” Max said. “The stones are not detectable during electronic screening procedures, so someone could have a suitcase full of gems and it would go unnoticed. Unless it was hand searched.
“The smugglers are probably connected to a sleazy but legitimate dealer in gemstones. Believe me, in my brief experience with—uh, friends—they knew a few of those in Manhattan and Miami. Found them to be very unpleasant. Smart but real pricks. Pardon my language.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” Helen said. “If the smugglers sell to a sleazy dealer, what’s their cut?”
“I suspect it’s like using a fence,” Max said. “The smugglers will get a fraction of the real value.”
The waiter reappeared. “All finished?” he asked. “How about dessert or coffee?”
“No, thanks,” Helen said.
The waiter put the check on the table and Phil reached for it. Max grabbed it first. “It’s good for my reputation to be seen with such a classy lady, even if she is married to this gray-haired geezer. Good luck catching your smuggler.
“Be careful, Helen. Remember what I said about blood and emeralds. That kind of money makes people crazy.”
CHAPTER 18
Helen caught a ripple of excitement aboard the
Finally, the cruise felt real. She was an undercover operative. This was more exciting than standing in a shop until she ached from boredom.
Helen followed Mira through the secret passage to the crew quarters. The head stewardess wore her dress uniform and her hair was caught in a twist by her two-toned silver barrette. Her fresh-scrubbed face and bright smile made her look like a teenager.
Mira slid open the second door in the passage. “Stow your bag in your cabin,” she said. “You can unpack later. Louise has the top bunk. She outranks you as second stewardess.”
Helen followed Mira down the passage. White plastic caddies bristling with brushes, dusters and cleaning supplies were stowed in racks along the wall near the far entrance.
“This is yours,” Mira said, pointing to the lowest caddy. She pushed open the door and they were through the looking glass into the carpeted guest quarters.
“Always use the passage,” Mira said. “A stewardess is never seen while cleaning. This will be an easy trip. We have only two couples and they’re staying in the two closest staterooms.”
The names PARADISE and BIMINI were on carved door plaques.
“Ralph and Rosette have Bimini with the peacock blue accents,” Mira said. “Pepper and Scotty will sleep in Paradise. It’s azure blue.” Both were paneled with that honey-colored oak.
“Gorgeous silk spread,” Helen said.
“It’s custom-made,” Mira said. “So are the sheets and pillowcases. You’re looking at about four thousand dollars’ worth of bedding.”
“What’s the routine when the guests arrive?” she asked.
“The staff lines up when the guests come aboard,” Mira said. “Louise and I will serve drinks and the chef will have a buffet ready in the dining room. The boys will carry in the luggage and you’ll unpack it.”
“By myself?” Helen asked. She tried to hide her panic. What if the guests complained and she was thrown off before the cruise started?
“Don’t worry,” Mira said. “These wives usually go down with you when you unpack. Each room has a safe. They’ll put their jewelry away and you won’t have to touch it.”
“Good,” Helen said. The panic was starting to fade.
Mira opened the closet door and they were enveloped by the sweet smell of cedar. “If the wives decide to eat while you unpack, the jewelry goes in the underwear drawer here. When you clean, if money or jewelry is left lying around, you never touch it.”
“We had those same instructions when I worked at the hotel,” Helen said. “Not that our guests had valuable jewelry.”
“We had one incident where a girl was accused of stealing a sapphire necklace,” Mira said. “Turned out the
