Assumed Identity

happening at the new find in the Yucatan is inexcusable. It has to be stopped.”

“Professor Drummond assures me-”

“He is not a professor. His doctoral degree is honorary, and he has never taught at a university,” Guerrero objected. “Even if he did have proper credentials, I don’t understand why you have permitted an archaeological find of this importance to be investigated exclusively by Americans. This is our heritage, not theirs! And I don’t understand the secrecy. Two of my researchers tried to visit but weren’t allowed to enter the area. It’s been sealed.”

Delgado leaned forward, his expression harsh. “Professor Drummond has spared no expense to hire the best archaeologists available.”

“The best experts in Mayan culture are citizens of this country and work in my institute.”

“But you yourself admitted that your funds aren’t as ample as you would like,” Delgado said, an edge in his voice. “Think of Professor Drummond’s generous financial contribution as a way of making your own funds go further. Your researchers were denied permission to enter the site because the staff there is working so hard that they don’t have time to be distracted by social obligations to visitors. And the area has been sealed off to guarantee that the site isn’t plundered by the usual thieves who steal irreplaceable artifacts from newly discovered ruins. It’s all easily explainable. There’s no secrecy.”

Guerrero became more agitated. “My institute-”

Delgado held up a hand. “‘Your’ institute?”

Guerrero quickly corrected himself. “The National Institute of Archaeology and History,” he said breathlessly, “should have the sole right to determine how the site should be excavated and who should be permitted to do it. I do not understand why regulations and procedure have been violated.”

“Professor, your innocence troubles me.”

“What?”

“Alistair Drummond has been a generous patron of our country’s arts. He has contributed millions of dollars to constructing museums and providing scholarships for aspiring artists. Need I remind you that Drummond Enterprises sponsored the recent worldwide tour of the most extensive collection of Mexican art ever assembled? Need I also remind you the international respect that collection received has been an incalculable boost to our public relations? Tourists are now arriving in ever greater numbers, not just to visit our resorts but to appreciate our heritage. When Professor Drummond offered his financial and technical assistance to excavate the ruins, he added that he would consider it a favor if his offer was accepted. It was politically expedient to give him that favor because the favor was in our favor. Financially, we come out ahead. I strongly suspect that his team will finish the job long before your own understaffed group would have. As a consequence, tourists can begin going there sooner. Tourists,” Delgado repeated. “Revenue. Jobs for the natives. The development of an otherwise useless section of the Yucatan.”

“Revenue?” Professor Guerrero bristled. “Is that all our heritage means to you? Tourists? Money?”

Delgado sighed. “Please. It’s too pleasant an afternoon to argue. I came here to relax and thought that you might appreciate the chance to relax, as well. I have a few telephone calls to make. Why don’t you go out by the pool, enjoy the view, perhaps introduce yourself to some young ladies-or not, whatever you prefer-and then later we can renew this conversation over dinner, when we’ve had the chance to calm ourselves.”

“I don’t see how admiring the view is going to make me change my mind about-”

Delgado interrupted. “We can continue this conversation later.” He motioned for Guerrero to stand, guided him toward the door, opened it, and told one of his bodyguards, “Escort Professor Guerrero around the property. Show him the gardens. Take him to the reception at the pool. Make sure all his needs are satisfied. Professor”- Delgado shook hands with him-“I’ll join you in an hour.”

Before Guerrero had a chance to reply, Delgado eased him out of the room and shut the door.

At once, his smile dissolved. His features hardened as he reached for the telephone on the bar. He’d done his best. He’d tried to do this in an agreeable, diplomatic fashion. Without being insultingly blatant, he’d offered every bribe he could imagine. Uselessly. Very well, other methods were now required. If Professor Guerrero didn’t cooperate, he would discover that he was no longer the director of the National Institute of Archaeology and History. The new director, whom Delgado had selected and who was already obligated to Delgado for various favors, would see no problem about allowing Alistair Drummond’s archaeological team to continue excavating the recently discovered Mayan ruins. Delgado was certain about the new director’s compliance because that compliance would be a condition of the new director’s appointment. And if Professor Guerrero persisted in being disagreeable, if he attempted to create a political scandal, he would have to be killed in a tragic hit-and-run car accident.

How could anyone so educated be so stupid? Delgado wondered with fury as he picked up the telephone. He didn’t dial, however, for a light began to flash on the phone’s multiline console, indicating that a call was coming through on an alternate number. Normally, Delgado would have let a servant answer the call by using one of the many extensions throughout the estate, but this particular line was so private that it didn’t have extensions. Only this phone was attached to it, and very few people knew that Delgado could be reached on this line. Its number was entrusted only to special associates, who had instructions to use it only for matters of utmost importance.

Under the circumstances, Delgado could think of only one such matter and he immediately jabbed the button where the light was flashing. “Arrow,” he said, using the code word that identified him. “What is it?”

Amid long-distance static, a gruff voice-which Delgado recognized as belonging to a trusted aide-responded with the code word “Quiver. It’s about the woman.”

Delgado felt pressure in his chest. “Is your line secure?”

“I wouldn’t have called unless it was.”

Delgado’s phone system was inspected daily for taps, just as his estate was inspected for electronic eavesdropping devices. In addition, a small monitor next to the phone measured the voltage on the line. Any variance from the norm would indicate that someone had patched into the line after the telephone system had been inspected.

“What about the woman?” Delgado asked tensely.

“I don’t think Drummond controls her any longer. Her security has been removed.”

“For God sake, speak clearly. I don’t understand.”

“You told us to watch her. But we can’t get close because Drummond has his own people watching her. One of his operatives pretending to be homeless sits in a cardboard box and watches the rear of her building. Various vendors, one selling hot dogs, another T-shirts and umbrellas, watch the entrance from the park across the street. At night, they’re replaced by other operatives pretending to be indigents. The building’s doorman is on Drummond’s payroll. The doorman has an assistant who keeps watch in case the doorman is distracted. The woman’s servants work for Drummond, as well.”

“I already know that!” Delgado said. “Why are you-?”

“They’re not on duty any longer.”

Delgado exhaled sharply.

“At first, we thought that Drummond had arranged for other surveillance,” the aide continued. “But we were wrong. The doorman no longer has an assistant. The woman’s servants left the building this morning and didn’t return. The operatives outside the building have not been replaced.”

Next to the air-conditioning duct, Delgado sweated. A crush of conflicting implications made him feel paralyzed. “She must have taken a trip.”

“No,” the aide said. “My team would have seen her leave. Besides, on previous occasions when she did take a trip, her servants went with her. Today, they left alone. Yesterday morning, there was an unusual flurry of activity, Drummond’s men going in and out, especially his assistant.”

“If she hasn’t taken a trip, if she’s still in the building, why has the security team been removed?”

“I don’t believe she’s still in the building.”

“Make sense!” Delgado said.

“I think she broke her agreement with Drummond. I think she felt threatened. I think she managed to escape, probably the night before last. That explains the flurry of activity the next morning. The security team isn’t needed at the building, so they’ve been reassigned to join the search for her. The servants aren’t needed, either, so they’ve been dismissed.”

“God have mercy.” Delgado sweated more profusely. “If she’s broken her bargain, if she talks, I. . Find her.”