you,' he said, with a voice heavy with sarcasm.
She should have trembled like a mouse filled with fear at the sight of a snake. But she stood tall and did not answer Pitt. She didn't have to. Her eyes flashed, lips tightened, as her face filled with enough hate and contempt to launch a revolution. Then something totally inconceivable happened in the next macabre moment. The look of anger faded from the eyes and tightened lips as abruptly as they appeared. Slowly, very slowly, Epona began removing the knife-slashed white suit until she stood incredibly serene and beautiful in only a white form-fitting silk dress that fell off the shoulders and stopped just below the hips, her red hair cascading past her bare shoulders.
It was a vision that the hearing room and the stunned audience would never witness again.
'You have won, Mr. Pitt,' she said, in a soft voice with just a trace of huskiness. 'Do you feel triumphant? Do you believe you have accomplished a miracle?'
Pitt shook his head slowly. 'Triumphant, no, and certainly no miracle. Gratified, yes. Your outrageous attempt to demoralize the lives of millions of people was despicable. You could have given your great advance in fuel cell technology to the world, and your tunnels under Nicaragua would have provided untold opportunities to reduce the time and cost of shipping cargo through the Panama Canal. Instead, you banded with a foreign nation to gain nothing more than wealth and power.'
He could see that she was the mistress of her emotions, and harbored no debate. She smiled a smile that seemed to portend something. No one in that room that day would forget the exotic, compelling creature who exuded a feminine magnetism that was indescribable.
'Pretty words, Mr. Pitt. But meaningless. Except for you, I might have changed the course of world history. That was the goal, the ultimate achievement.'
'Few will grieve that you failed,' Pitt said with a cold edge in his tone.
Only then did Pitt see the faint look of despair in her captivating eyes. She pulled herself erect and faced the congressional committee.
'Do with me what you wish, but be advised, it will be no small battle to convict me of any crime.'
Dunn pointed his gavel at two men seated in the back of the room. 'Will the Federal marshals please step forward and take this woman into custody?'
Epona's lawyers immediately leaped to their feet, protesting that it was not in Dunn's power as a congressman to arrest anyone. He glared at them.
'This person has committed a crime in committing fraud in front of this committee. She shall be held until such time as the Attorney General's Office has a chance to review her criminal actions and take the proper legal action.'
As the marshals took Epona by the arm and began leading her from the hearing room, she stopped in front of Pitt and stared at him with an expression that was sardonic but oddly lacking anger. 'My friends across the sea will never allow me to be prosecuted. We will cross paths again, Mr. Pitt. Nothing ends here. The next time we meet, you will fall into my web, make no mistake.'
Pitt brushed aside his wrath and gave her a cool and enigmatic smile. 'Next time?' He posed it as a question. 'I don't think so, Epona. You're not my type.'
The lips went taut with anger again. Her skin noticeably paled and her eyes lost their luster, as the marshals hustled her out a side door. Pitt could not help but admire her beauty. Few women could have made a dramatic exit after a fall from heights with such style and grace. Deep down, his stomach twisted with the thought that he would indeed cross paths with her another day.
Loren came down onto the witness floor and unashamedly hugged Pitt. 'You crazy fool. You might have been shot.'
'Forgive the theatrics, but I figured now was the time and this was the place to expose the witch.'
'Why didn't you tell me?'
'Because, if I was wrong, I didn't want you involved.'
'You weren't sure?' she asked in surprise.
'I knew I was on solid ground, but not absolutely positive.'
'What put you onto her?'
'At first I was only working on a hunch. When I came here today, I was still only sixty percent certain. But once I came face-to-face with Specter, it seemed obvious to me that even sitting in his chair, the bulk of his weight wasn't distributed like a man who weighed four hundred pounds.' Pitt held up his hand and displayed the scar on his palm. 'Then I recognized the ring on the index finger of the right hand that Epona used to cut me on Branwyn Island. That clinched it.'
Dunn was shouting for order in an attempt to bring the proceedings back on track. Not caring what anybody in the committee room thought, Loren gave Pitt a light kiss on the cheek.
'I must get back to work. You've opened a can of worms that has changed the entire course of the investigation.'
Pitt began to move away, as if he was leaving, but turned and took Loren's hand. 'Will a week from Sunday work for you?'
'What's happening a week from Sunday?' she asked innocently.
His lips spread in the devilish grin she knew so well. 'That's the day of our wedding. I reserved the Washington Cathedral.'
Then he left the Colorado congresswoman standing there with a dazed look in her gray eyes, and walked from the room.
49
No way was Loren buying into a wedding only ten days away. She insisted the nuptials be held one month later, which gave her barely enough time to plan the event, reserve a place for the ceremony, have a seamstress fit her with her mother's wedding dress and arrange for the reception, which would take place amid Pitt's old cars in his hangar.
The ceremony took place at the Washington National Cathedral that sits on Mount Saint Alban, a hill that dominates the capital city skyline. Officially called the Cathedral Church of Saint Peter and Saint Paul, it took from 1907 until 1990 to complete it. The first stone was laid in the presence of Theodore Roosevelt. Shaped like the letter
Inside, there are two hundred and fifteen windows, many with stained glass that filter the sunlight as it enters the walls and tints the floor with their designs. Some feature floral patterns, others have religious images or tales from American history. The most striking window is the Space Window, a striking work that contains an actual piece of lunar rock.
Close to five hundred friends and family attended the event. Loren's father and mother came from their ranch in western Colorado, along with her two brothers and two sisters. Pitt's father, Senator George Pitt, and his mother, Barbara, were there, beaming now that their wild son was finally settling down with a woman they both loved and admired. The NUMA gang turned out: Admiral Sandecker, actually looking like he was enjoying himself; Hiram Yaeger, with his wife and daughters; Rudi Gunn; Zerri Pochinsky, Pitt's longtime secretary; and a score of other people whom Pitt had worked with during his many years with NUMA. St. Julien Perlmutter was there, taking up nearly three places on the bench seats.
A large number of Washington's elite were in the audience, senators, congressmen, bureaucrats, statesmen and even the president and his wife, who were in residence and able to attend.
Loren's bridesmaids were her sisters. Her matron of honor was her secretary, Marilyn Trask, who had been at Loren's side from the time she first ran for Congress. Summer Pitt, her soon-to-be daughter-in-law, was also a bridesmaid. Pitt's best man was his old sidekick, Al Giordino, and his ushers were his son Dirk, Rudi Gunn and
