'Since a missing ship is a naval operation, I'd like you to take command of the search.'
'Gladly, Colonel. I'll begin immediately.'
Rojas stared thoughtfully at the wreckage littering the concrete floor.
'There'll be hell to pay before this night is through,' he muttered.
Shortly before midnight, after Captain Flores had conducted a thorough search of the harbor and the waters outside the channel, he notified Rojas that the only ship he could not account for was the Lady Flamborough.
Colonel Rojas was stunned when he examined the cruise liner's VIP
passenger list. He demanded a follow-up investigation in the false hope that the Egyptian and Mexican Presidents had disembarked for quarters on shore. Not until it was confirmed that they were missing along with the ship did the horrible specter of a terrorist hijacking become evident.
An extensive air search was launched at dawn. Every aircraft the combined air forces of Uruguay, Argentina and Brazil could put in the air scoured over 400,000 square kilometers of the South Atlantic.
No sign of the Lady Flamborough was found.
It was as though she had been swallowed by the sea.
Two hands were running under his shirt and up his back. He struggled to wake from a sound sleep, dreaming he was deep in the water swimming upward toward the shimmering surface, but never able to reach it. He rubbed his eyes, saw he was still on the couch in his office, and rolled over, his gaze blocked by a pair of shapely legs.
Pitt moved to a sitting position and stared into Lily's beguiling eyes.
He held up his wrist, but he had taken his watch off and placed it on the desk with his keys, change and wallet.
'What time is it?' he asked.
'Five-thirty,' she replied sweetly, moving her hands across his shoulders and massaging his neck.
'Night or day?'
'Late afternoon. You only dozed off for three hours.'
'Don't you ever drop off.?'
'I can get by with only four hours' sleep out of every twenty-four.'
He yawned. 'Your next husband has my deepest sympathy.'
'Here's some coffee.' She set a cup on an end table near his head.
Pitt slipped on his shoes and tucked in his shirttails. Yaeger found anything?'
'Yes .
'The river?'
'No, not yet. Hiram is very mysterious about it, but he claims you were right. Venator sailed across the Atlantic before either the Vikings or Columbus.'
He took a sip of the coffee and made a face. 'This is almost solid sugar.'
Lily looked surprised. 'Al said you always take four spoon fuls.'
'Al lied. I prefer it pure black with grounds on the bottom of the cup.'
'I'm sorry,' she said with an unremorseful smile. 'I guess I was taken in by a practical joker.'
'You're not the first,' he said, staring out the door of his office.
Giordino was seated with his feet on Yaeger's desk, devouring the last slice of a pizza while he studied a detailed topographic map of a shoreline.
Yaeger sat with bloodshot eyes aimed at a computer monitor while jotting notes on a pad. He did not have to Turn as Pitt and Lily entered the room. He could see their reflections in the screen.
'We've made a breakthrough,' he said with some satisfaction.
Pitt asked, 'What have you got?'
'Instead of concentrating on every nook and cranny south from the Serapis's grave in Greenland, I leapfrogged down to Maine and began looking for a match-up of his landing description.'
'And it paid off,' Pitt said in anticipation.
'Yes. If you'recall, Rufinus wrote that after they deserted Venator, they were battered by storms from the south for thirty-one days before finding a safe bay where they could make repairs to the ship. On the next leg of the voyage more storms blew away the sails and tore off the steering oars. Then the ship drifted for an unspecified number of days before ending up in the Greenland fjord.'
Yaeger stopped and called up a chart of the American side of the North Atlantic on the monitor. Next his fingers nimbly punched out a series of codes. A small line formed and began traveling southward from the east coast of Greentand south in a broken, zigzagged path around Newfoundland, past Nova Scotia and New England, ending at a point slightly above Atlantic City.
'New Jersey?' muttered Pitt, puzzled.
'Bamegat Bay, to be exact,' said Giordino. He brought over the topographic map and laid it on a table. Then he circled a section of the coast with a red marker.
'Bamegat Bay, New Jersey?' Pitt repeated.
'The shape of the land was quite different
