"That's right. According to the Associated Press article."
"Hmm. Well, anyhow, this waiter said he saw an armored truck being robbed as the ship was going down."
"A robbery!"
"That's right. A group of armed men. The truck was in the hold of the ship."
"That's incredible! What else did he say?"
"Nothing. The story just slipped out as he was telling the reporter how he went into the hold of the ship looking for a car jack to free one of the victims. I called the guy who interviewed him. Charlie Flynn. A real war horse. He's retired now. He tried to pry more info from the guy Thought he could make this the lead. The untold story. Sinking ship. Masked men. Drama below decks and that sort of thing. But he said the guy dammed up. Wouldn't talk about it. Changed the subject. Got very upset. Asked Charlie not to use this in the story."
"He went ahead and did it anyhow?"
"That's the way it was in the old days. What you said got in the paper. Not like today with libel lawyers breathing down your neck. It was buried, though, way down at the' bottom of the story. Copy editor probably thought it was too thin on the facts to use up in the lead but interesting enough as a tidbit. Charlie talked to a few Daria survivors to see if he could get the story through another source. Nobody had ever heard anything about it."
"What was the crewman's name?"
"I'll fax you the clip, but hold on. Here it is. He was Italian. His name was Angelo Donatelli."
"Do you have an address for him?"
"He was living in New York at the time. Charlie says he ran a fancy restaurant there. That's all he knew about the guy. Say Dr. Kirov, is there a story here?"
"I'm not sure, Kay Tee. You'll be the first to know if there is."
"That's all I ask. Call me anytime."
After she hung up Nina stared off into space for a few minutes, trying to connect a massive stone artifact from the time of Columbus with a disaster at sea, an armed robbery, and a Moroccan massacre. It was no use. It would be easier linking Sumerian cuneiform with Minoan Linear B writing. She gave up and called Kurt Austin.
Washington, DC
31 ANGELO DONATELLI WAS SUPRISINGLY easy to trace. Austin simply looked up his name on the Internet and found fifteen references; including a Business Week article that described the rags-to-riches rise from lowly cocktail lounge waiter to owner of one of New York's most fashionable restaurants. The picture of Donatelli conferring with his head chef showed a silver-haired and middle-aged man who looked more like a distinguished European diplomat than a restaurateur.
Austin called directory assistance in Manhattan, and a minute later he was talking to the restaurant's friendly assistant
"Mr. Donatelli is not in today," she said.
"When is the best time to get him?"
"He's due back from Nantucket tomorrow. You can try calling here after three PM."
Nantucket. Austin knew the island off the Massachusetts coast well, having stopped there several times while sailing to Maine. He tried to get a Nantucket phone number for Donatelli. It was unlisted. A few minutes later he was talking to a Lieutenant Coffin at the Nantucket Police Department. Austin identified himself as being with NUMA and said he wanted to get in touch with Angelo Donatelli. He was banking on the fact that small-town police know everything and everybody in their community.
The police officer confirmed that Donatelli had a summer home on the island, but he was wary. "What's the National Underwater and Marine Agency want with
Mr. Donatelli?"
"We're pulling together some historic stuff on collisions at sea. Mr. Donatelli was aboard the Andrea Doria when it was hit."
"I've heard that. Met him a couple of times. Nice guy."
. "I've tried calling him, but his number is unlisted."
"Yeah, most of the people out where he lives kinda like it that way. They built those big houses so they can have their privacy."
"I may try to get a flight to the island later today and take my chances on hooking up with him."
"Tell you what. When you get on island drop by the police station on Water Street and ask for me. I can show you where he lives on a map."