Deep Six (Dirk Pitt 7)

"I don't much care what you believe," Pitt replied, pinning the FBI director with his stare.

"Can you say how you collared the Bougainvilles?" asked Oates.

"My involvement stems from the death of a friend by Nerve Agent S.

I began a hunt for the responsible parties, I admit, purely for revenge. As my investigations gradually centered on Bougainville Maritime, other avenues of their illicit organization suddenly unfolded.

"And you can prove your accusations?"

"Of course," Pitt answered. "Computer data describing their hijacking activities, drug business and smuggling operations is in a safe at NUMA."

Brogan held up a hand. "Wait one moment. You stated the Bougainvilles were also behind the hijacking of the Eagle?"

"i did."

"And you know who was abducted?"

"I do."

"Not possible," Brogan stated flatly.

"Shall I name names, gentlemen?" said Pitt. "Let's begin with the President, then Vice President Margolin, Senator Larimer and House Speaker Moran. I was with Larimer when he died. Margolin is still alive and held somewhere by the Bougainvilles. Moran is now here in Washington, no doubt conspiring to become the next messiah. The President sits in the White House immune to the political disaster he's causing, while his brain is wired to the apron strings of a Soviet psychologist whose name is Dr. Aleksei Lugovoy."

If Oates and the others sat stunned before, they were absolutely petrified now. Brogan looked as if he'd just consumed a bottle of Tabasco sauce.

"You couldn't know all that!" he gasped.

"Quite obviously, I do," said Pitt calmly.

"My God, how?" demanded Oates.

"A few hours prior to the holocaust on the Leonin Andreyev, I killed a KGB agent by the name of Paul Suvorov. He was carrying a notebook, which I borrowed. The pages describe his movements after the President was abducted from the Eagle."

Pitt took the tobacco pouch from under his shirt, opened it, and casually tossed the notebook on the table.

It lay there for several moments until Oates finally reached over and pulled it toward him slowly, as if it might bite his hand. Then he thumbed through the pages.

"That's odd," he said after a lapse. "The writing is in English.

I would have expected some sort of Russian worded code."

"Not so strange," said Brogan. "A good operative will write in the language of the country he's assigned to. What is unusual is that this Suvorov took notes at all. I can only assume he was keeping an eye on Lugovoy, and the mind-control project was too technical for him to commit to memory, so he recorded his observations."

"Mr. Pitt," Fawcett demanded. "Do you have enough evidence for the Justice Department to indict Min Koryo Bougainville?"

"Indict yes, convict no," Pitt answered. "The government will never put an eighty-six-year-old woman as rich and powerful as Min Koryo behind bars. And if she thought her chances were on the down side, she'd skip the country and move her operations elsewhere."

"Considering her crimes," Fawcett mused, "extradition shouldn't be too tough to negotiate."

"Min Koryo has strong ties with the North Koreans," said Pitt.

"She goes there and you'll never see her stand trial."

Emmett considered that and said stonily, "I think we can take over at this point." Then he turned to Sandecker as if dismissing Pitt.

"Admiral, can you arrange to have Mr. Pitt available for further questioning, and supply us with the computer data he's accumulated on the Bougainvilles?"

"You can bank on full cooperation from NUMA," Sandecker said.