“But isn’t most of that water still controlled by all sorts of people and governments?”
“No more. Gogstad locates a likely water source, then offers to run it, making all sorts of generous concessions. Once it has its foot in the door it uses bribery, extortion, or more to convert it to private ownership. In the past five years Gogstad has stepped up the pace of privatization tremendously. It’s been helped by the fact that under the new international trade agreements, a country no longer owns its water. For Godsakes, Joe, this is Owens Valley all over again, but it’s happening worldwide!”
“Your megacompany sounds like a very big octopus.”
“Nice analogy even if it is a little cliché.” He took a red grease pencil from his pocket and drew lines and arrows on the map. “Here are your tentacles. Water will flow from Canada and Alaska to China. From Scotland and Austria it will go to Africa and the Mideast. Australia has contracts to export water to Asia. On the surface separate interests are involved. But Gogstad calls the shots through its shadow corporations.”
“How do they intend to move all that water?”
“A Gogstad company has already developed the technology to transport millions of gallons across the oceans in huge sealed bags. In addition, Gogstad shipyards have been building fifty-thousand-gross-ton tankers that can serve double duty hauling oil and water.”
“That’s got to be pretty expensive.”
“They say water flows uphill to money. The customers will pay any price. Most of it won’t quench the thirst of some poor bastard scratching out a living in a dust bowl. It’s for high tech, one of the biggest polluters, incidentally.”
“The whole thing is incredible.”
“Hold on to your seat, Joe, because that’s only part of it.” He tapped the map of North America with his finger. “Here’s the big market. The U.S.A. Remember what I said about Gogstad controlling the Canadian water supply? There’s a plan to divert massive quantities of water from Hudson Bay through the Great Lakes to the U.S. Sun Belt.” His finger moved to Alaska. “California and the other desert states have sucked the Colorado River practically dry, so another scheme would take glacier water from the Yukon and move it to the American West through a vast system of dams, dikes, and giant reservoirs. A tenth of British Columbia would be flooded, and there would be massive natural resource and human disruptions. The new hydroelectric plants would garner huge amounts of energy. Guess who is strategically placed to benefit from the energy and construction money?”
“I think I
know the answer.”
“Uh-huh. They’ll reap billions! The plans for this boondoggle have been around for years. They’ve never advanced because they’re so destructive and expensive, but they are getting some powerful support, and there’s a chance they’ll go through.”
“Gogstad again?”
“Now you’re getting it,” Cohen said. He was becoming more excited. “This time the opposition won’t be there. Gogstad has bought up newspapers and TV stations. It can create a drumbeat that won’t be easy to resist. The political clout Gogstad can bring to bear is phenomenal. They’ve got ex-presidents, prime ministers, secretaries of state on their boards. There’s no way to fight it. You put that kind of political and financial clout in the hands of someone willing to use street gang methods, and you’ll know why I’m so damned nervous.”
He stopped to catch his breath. His face was flushed with excitement. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. He stared at Zavala as if daring him to argue with him.
Then Cohen’s whole body seemed to deflate. “Sorry,” he apologized. “I’ve been close to this mess for too long. I think I’m on the verge of a nervous breakdown. This is the first chance I’ve had to get it out of my system.”
Zavala nodded. “The sooner the story is published, the better. How soon before you run it?”
“Soon. We’re putting the final pieces in place. We want to know why Gogstad has built so many supertankers.”
“That certainly fits in with their plans to ship bulk water.”
“Yes, we know they have the contracts in place to move glacier water from Alaska, but we’ve crunched the numbers. There are far too many tankers for the existing market, even if you add China.”
“It takes a while to build a ship. Maybe they want to be ready. They’ll mothball the ships until the time is ripe.”
“That’s the strange thing. These ships aren’t being mothballed. Each tanker has a captain and a crew. They’re just sitting in Alaskan waters as if they’re waiting.”
“Waiting for what?”
“That’s what we would like to know.”
“Something’s going on,” Zavala murmured.
“My reporter’s nose for news says the same thing.”
Zavala got a cold feeling as if one of those slimy tentacles they talked about had tapped him on the shoulder. He recalled the conversation he had had with Austin about the unseen fears that sometimes come beneath the sea. As usual, Kurt’s intuition was on the mark. Zavala’s own instincts were telling him that a big, hungry something lay hidden in the blue shadows, watching and waiting. And its name was Gogstad.
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CIA DIRECTOR Erwin LeGrand beamed proudly as his fourteen-year-old daughter, Katherine, trotted over on the back of her chestnut gelding. She slipped out of the saddle and presented her father with the trophy for first place, English style.