“Thank you for your assistance,” Pitt replied tersely.
As the police officers left the boat, Gunn shook his head.
“Unbelievable. Two murders and a kidnapping, and nobody is at fault but us.”
“It’s a raw deal, all right,” Captain Kenfield said.
“Only because we’re playing against a stacked deck,” Pitt said. “Anatolia Exports apparently bought off the Kirte police. I think our resident constable recognized that.”
“I suppose the whole situation was a bit embarrassing for them, so perhaps they are just trying to save face,” Kenfield said.
“They should be more concerned with doing their job,” G
unn swore.
“I would have thought they’d be jumping through hoops after you told them that you spotted the woman from the Topkapi theft,” Kenfield said to Pitt.
Pitt shook his head. “I didn’t tell them anything about her.”
“Why not?” Gunn asked incredulously.
“I didn’t want to endanger the ship anymore while we’re in Turkish waters. We’ve seen firsthand what they’re capable of doing, whoever ‘they’ are. Plus, I had a sneaking suspicion it would go nowhere with the local police.”
“You’re probably right about that,” Kenfield said.
“But we just can’t let them walk away,” Gunn protested.
“No,” Pitt agreed with a determined shake of the head. “And we won’t.”
THE LINES HAD BEEN CAST and the Aegean Explorer was inching away from the dock when a dilapidated yellow taxi came roaring into view. The rusty vehicle skidded to a stop at the water’s edge, the rear door flew open, and a tall, slender woman jumped out.
Pitt was standing on the bridge when he spotted his daughter running along the dock.
“It’s Summer,” he shouted to the captain. “Hold the boat.”
Pitt ran down to the main deck, ducking when a large duffel bag came flying through the air and landed at his feet. A second later, a thin pair of hands appeared on the side rail, followed by a bushel of red hair. Summer then swung her body over the side, landing on her feet on the forward deck. Pitt approached, holding her bag, and gave her a clenching hug.
“You know we were coming back to get you,” he said with a laugh.
Realizing that the ship had reversed power and was returning to the dock, Summer gave her father a sheepish look.
“Sorry,” she said, still catching her breath. “When I phoned the ship from London, Rudi told me you’d probably be here for another day or two. But when the taxi neared the dock, I saw you pulling away and panicked. I really didn’t want to miss the boat.”
Pitt turned and waved up to the bridge, indicating it was safe to depart. Then he casually escorted Summer to her cabin.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you for another few days,” he said.
“I took an earlier flight from London and figured it would be easier to catch you here in Çanakkale coming from Istanbul.” Her face turned somber as she said, “I heard about your shipwreck . . . and what happened to Tang and Iverson.”
“We’ve had our share of trouble and excitement,” he replied as they entered her cabin and he placed her bag on the bunk. “Why don’t we go grab a coffee in the wardroom, and I’ll tell you all about it.”
“I’d like that, Dad. Then I can tell you all about what I’ve been up to in England.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve got a mystery of your own?” he asked, smiling.
Summer gave her father an earnest gaze, then replied, “One bigger than you could ever imagine.”
PART III