"What is he pointing at?" asked Briscoe.
Rudolph peered over the side and then looked up. "A flotation vest with Aleksandr Gorchakov stamped on it."
"I have a floating body," announced Angus, peering through binoculars. "Make that four bodies. But not for long. There are shark fins circling the water around them."
"Throw a few shells from the BOFORS at the bloody butchers," Briscoe ordered. "I want the bodies in one piece so they can be examined. Send out boats to retrieve whatever debris they can find.
Somebody, somewhere, is going to want as much evidence as we can collect."
As the twin forty-millimeter BOFORS guns opened up on the sharks, Avondale turned to Angus.
"Damned queer goings on, if you ask me. What do you make of it?"
Angus turned and gave the first officer a slow grin. "It would seem that after being slaughtered for two centuries, the whales finally have their revenge."
Pitt sat behind the desk in his office for the first time in nearly two months, his eyes distant, his hand toying with a Sea Hawk dive knife he used as a letter opener. He said nothing, waiting for a response from Admiral Sandecker who sat across from him.
He had arrived in Washington early that morning, a Sunday, and gone directly to the empty NUMA headquarters building, where he spent the next six hours writing up a detailed report on his discoveries on Kunghit Island and offering his suggestions on how to deal with the underwater acoustics. The report seemed anticlimactic after the exhausting rigors of the past few days. Now he resigned himself to allowing other men, more qualified men, to deal with the problem and come up with the proper solutions.
He swung around in his chair and gazed out the window at the Potomac River and envisioned Maeve standing on the deck of Ice Hunter, the look of fear and desperation in her face. He felt furious with himself for deserting her. He was certain Deirdre had divulged the kidnapping of Maeve's children by her father on board Ice Hunter. Maeve had reached out to the only man she could trust, and Pitt had failed to recognize her distress. That part of the story Pitt had left out of his report.
Sandecker closed the report and laid it on Pitt's desk. "A remarkable bit of fancy footwork. A miracle you weren't killed."
"I had help from some very good people," Pitt said seriously.
"You've gone as far as you can go on this thing. I'm ordering you and Giordino to take ten days off.
Go home and work on your antique cars."
"You'll get no argument from me," said Pitt, massaging the bruises on his upper arms.
"Judging from your narrow escape, Dorsett and his daughters play tough."
"All except Maeve," said Pitt quietly. "She's the family outcast."
"You know, I assume, that she is working with NUMA in our biology department along with Roy Van Fleet."
"On the effects of the ultrasound on sea life, yes, I know."
Sandecker studied Pitt's face, examining every line in the weathered yet still youthful-looking features.
"Can we trust her? She could be passing along data on our findings to her father."
Dirk's green eyes registered no sign of subtlety. "Maeve has nothing in common with her sisters."
Sensing Pitt's reluctance to discuss Maeve, Sandecker changed the subject. "Speaking of sisters, did Boudicca Dorsett give you any indication as to why her father intends to shut down his operations in a few weeks?"
"Not a clue."
Sandecker rolled a cigar around in his fingers pensively. "Because none of Dorsett's mining properties are on U.S. soil, there is no rapid-fire means to stop future killings."
"Close one mine out of the four," said Pitt, "and you drain the sound waves' killing potency."
"Short of ordering in a flight of B-1 bombers, which the President won't do, our hands are tied."
"There must be an international law that applies to murder on the high seas," said Pitt.
Sandecker shook his head. "Not one that covers this situation. The lack of an international law-enforcement organization plays in Dorsett's favor. Gladiator Island belongs only to the family, and it would take a year or more to talk the Russians into closing th