in the overhead panels.'
Gale quickly moved from body to body. 'I'll know better after a more thorough examination.'
He paused as Simon finished mounting a light unit above the doorway and safely above the water. The naval officer motioned outside, and suddenly the interior of the passenger cabin was flooded with light.
Pitt surveyed the cabin. The only noticeable damage was a slight distortion in the ceiling. All seats were in an upright position and the seat belts buckled.
'Impossible to believe they just sat here half immersed in ice water and died from hypothermia without making any movement,' he said while checking an elderly brown-haired woman for life signs. There was no hint of suffering in her face. She looked as if she had simply fallen asleep. A small rosary hung loosely from her fingers.
'Obviously all were dead before the plane struck the ice,' offered Gale.
'A valid answer,' Pitt murmured, rapidly scanning the seat rows as if searching for someone.
'Death probably came from toxic fumes.'
'Smell anything?'
'No
'Neither do I.'
'What does that leave us?'
'Digested poison.'
Gale stared at Pitt a long, hard moment. 'You're talking mass murder.'
'We appear to be headed in that direction.'
'Might help if we had a witness.'
'We do.'
Gale stiffened and hurriedly looked over the white faces. 'You spot someone still breathing? Point him out.'
'Before we broke inside,' Pitt explained, 'a woman stared at me through a window. She was alive. I don't see her now.'
Before Gale could reply, Simon sloshed down the aisle and stopped, his eyes bulging with shock and incomprehension. 'What in hell?' He stiffened and stared wildly around the cabin. 'They look like figures in a wax museum.'
'try cadavers in a morgue,' said Pitt dryly.
'They're dead? Everyone? You're absolutely sure?'
'Someone is alive,' answered Pitt, 'either in the cockpit or hiding out in the bathrooms to the rear.'
'Then they're in need of my attention,' said Gale.
Pitt nodded. 'I think it best if you continue your examination in the slim chance there's a spark of life in any of these people. Simon can check the cockpit area. I'll head aft and search the bathrooms.'
'What about all these stiffs?' asked Simon irreverently. 'Shouldn't we alert Commander Knight and begin evacuating them?'
'Leave them be,' Pitt said quietly, 'and stay off the radio. We'll make our report to Commander Knight in person. Keep your men outside. Seal the door and place the interior of the aircraft off limits. Same goes for your medical team, Doc. Touch nothing unless it's absolutely necessary. Something's happened here beyond our depth. Word of the crash has already gone out. Within hours air-crash investigators and the news media will be swarming around like locusts. Best to keep what we've found under wraps until we hear from the proper authorities.'
Simon weighed Pitts words for a moment. 'I get the picture.
'Then let's get a move on and find a survivor,'
What was normally a twenty-second walk took Pitt nearly two minutes of struggle through the thigh-high water before he reached the bathrooms.
His feet had already turned numb and he didn't require the services of Doc Gale to tell him he'd have to dry and warm them in the next half hour or risk frostbite.
The death toll would have been much higher if the plane had carried a full load of passengers. But even with many of the seats vacant, he still counted fifty-three bodies.
He paused to examine a female flight attendant seated against the rear bulkhead. Her head was tilted forward and blond hair spilled across her face. He felt no pulse.
He reached the compartment containing the bathrooms. Three had the VACANT sign showing and he peered inside, They were empty. The fourth read OCCUPIED and was locked. Someone had to be inside to have slipped the latch.
He knocked loudly on the door and said, 'Can you understand me? Help is here. Please try to unlock the door.'
Pitt put his ear to the panel and thought he heard a soft sobbing from the other side, followed by low murmurs as if two people were conversing in hushed tones.
He raised his voice. 'Stand back. I'm going to force the door. '
Pitt raised his dripping leg and gave a sharp but controlled kick, just enough to break the latch without smashing the door against whoever was inside. His heel impacted just above the knob and the catch ripped from the jam. The door gave about an inch. A gentle nudge with his shoulder and it swung inward.
Two women were huddled in the cramped rear of the bathroom, standing on top of the toilet platform out of the water, shivering and clutching each other for support. Actually, the one doing the clutching was a uniformed flight attendant, her eyes wide with alarm and the fear of a trapped doe. She was standing on her right leg, the left
