The rear end was fitted with a fifty-year-old Columbia overdrive gear system.
If the car wasn't enough to turn heads, the woman sitting behind the wheel was equally beautiful. The long cinnamon hair was protected from the light breeze outside the airport by a colorful scarf. She had the prominent cheekbones of a fashion model, enhanced by full lips and a short, straight nose and charismatic violet eyes. She was wearing an alpaca chunky autumn leaf brown turtleneck with taupe wool tweed pants under a taupe shearling coat that came down to her knees.
Congresswoman Loren Smith of Colorado flashed an engaging smile. 'How many times have I met you like this and said, `Welcome home, sailor'?'
'At least eight that I can think of,' said Pitt, happy that his romantic love of many years had taken the time out of her busy schedule to pick him up at the airport in one of the cars from his collection.
He threw his duffel bag into the rumble seat, then slid into the passenger's seat and leaned over and kissed her, holding her in his arms for a long while. When he finally pulled back and released her, she gasped, catching her breath, 'Careful, I don't want to end up like Clinton.'
'The public applauds affairs by female politicians.'
'That's what you think,' Loren said, pressing the ignition lever on the steering column and pushing the starter button. It fired on the first rotation and emitted a mellow, throaty roar through the Smitty mufflers and dual exhaust pipes. 'Where to, your hangar?'
'No, I'd like to drop by NUMA headquarters for a moment and check my computer for the latest word from Hiram Yaeger on a program we're working on.'
'You must be the only single man in the country who doesn't have a computer in his apartment.'
'I don't want one around the house,' he said seriously. 'I have too many other projects going without wasting time surfing the Internet and answering E-mail.'
Loren pulled away from the curb and steered the Ford onto the broad highway leading into the city. Pitt sat silent and was still lost in thought when the Washington monument came into view, illuminated by the lights at its base. Loren knew him well enough to flow with the current. It was only a question of a few minutes before he came back down to earth.
'What's new in Congress?' he asked finally.
'As if you cared,' she replied indifferently.
'Boring as that?'
'Budget debates don't exactly make a girl horny.' Then her voice took on a softer tone. 'I heard that Rudi Gunn was shot up pretty badly.'
'The surgeon in South Africa, who specializes in bone reconstruction, did an excellent job. Rudi will be limping for a few months, but that won't stop him from directing NUMA operations from behind his desk.'
'Al said you had a rough time in the Antarctic.'
'Not as rough as they had it on a rock that makes Alcatraz Island look like a botanical garden.'
He turned to her with a reflective look in his eyes and said, 'You're on the International Trade Relations Committee?'
'I am.'
'Are you familiar with any large corporations in Argentina?'
'I've traveled there on a few occasions and met with their finance and trade ministers,' she answered. 'Why do you ask?'
'Ever hear of an outfit calling itself the New Destiny Company or Fourth Empire Corporation?'
Loren thought a moment. 'I once met the CEO of Destiny Enterprises during a trade mission in Buenos Aires. If I remember correctly, his name was Karl Wolf.'
'How long ago was that?' Pitt asked.
'About four years.'
'You've got a good memory for names.'
'Karl Wolf was a handsome and stylish man, a real charmer. Women don't forget men like that.'
'If that's the case, why do you still hang around me?'
She glanced over and gave him a provocative smile. 'Women are also drawn to earthy, coarse, and carnal men.'
'Coarse and carnal, that's me.' Pitt put his arm around her and bit her earlobe.
She tilted her head away. 'Not when I'm driving.'
He gave her right knee an affectionate squeeze and relaxed in the seat, looking up at the stars that twinkled in the brisk spring night through the branches of the trees that flashed overhead, their new leaves just beginning to spread. Karl Wolf. He turned the name over in his head. A good German name, he decided. Destiny Enterprises was worth looking into, even if it might prove to be a dead end.
Loren drove smoothly, deftly passing the few cars that were still on the road that time of morning, and turned into the driveway leading to the NUMA headquarters building's underground parking. A security guard stepped out of the guardhouse, recognized Pitt, and waved him through, lingering to admire the gleaming old Ford. There were only three other cars on the main parking level. She stopped the Ford next to the elevators and turned off the lights and engine.
'Want me to come up with you?' Loren asked.
'I'll only be a few minutes,' Pitt said, stepping from the car.
He took the elevator to the main lobby, where it automatically stopped and he had to sign in with the guard at the security desk, surrounded by an array of TV monitors viewing different areas of the building.
'Working late?' the guard asked pleasantly.
'Just a quick stop,' Pitt remarked, fighting off a yawn.
Before taking the elevator up to his office, Pitt stepped off on the tenth floor on a hunch. True to his intuition, Hiram Yaeger was still burning the midnight oil. He looked up as Pitt entered his private domain, eyes red from lack of sleep. Max was staring out of her cyberland.
'Dirk,' he muttered, rising from his chair and shaking hands. 'I didn't expect you to come wandering in this time of night.'
'Thought I'd see what you and Dr. O'Connell had raked from the dirt of antiquity,' he said genially.
'I hate banal metaphors,' said Max.
'That's enough from you,' Yaeger said in mock irritation. Then he said to Pitt, 'I left a printed report of our latest findings on Admiral Sandecker's desk as of ten o'clock this evening.'
'I'll borrow it and return it first thing in the morning.'
'Don't rush. He's meeting with the director of the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Agency until noon.'
'You should be home with your wife and daughters,' said Pitt.
'I was working late with Dr. O'Connell,' said Yaeger, rubbing his tired eyes. 'You just missed her.'
'She came in and went to work without resting up after her trip?' Pitt asked in surprise.
'A truly remarkable woman. If I weren't married, I'd throw my hat in her ring.'
'You always had a thing for academic women.'
'Brains over beauty, I always say.'
'Anything you can tell me before I wade through your report?' Pitt queried.
'An amazing story,' said Yaeger, almost wistfully.
'I'll second that,' Max added.
'This is a private conversation,' Yaeger said testily to Max's image before he closed her down. He stood up and stretched. 'What we have is an incredible story of a seafaring race of people who lived before the dawn of recorded history, and who, were decimated after a comet struck the earth, causing great waves that engulfed the city ports that they had built in almost every corner of the globe. They lived and died in a forgotten age and a far different world than we know today.'
'When I last talked to the admiral, he didn't rule out the legend of Atlantis.'
'The lost continent in the middle of the Atlantic doesn't fit into the picture,' Yaeger said seriously. 'But there is no doubt that a league of maritime nations existed whose people had extensively sailed every sea and charted every continent.' He paused and looked at Pitt. 'The photos Pat took of the inscriptions inside the burial chamber and the map of the world are in the lab. They should be ready for me to scan into the computer first thing in the
