She lain out a ship's directory and deck diagram on the bed and flattened out the creases. To look for Moran in a floating city with 230 staterooms, quarters for a crew of over 300, cargo holds and engine room, all spread over eleven decks nearly 500 feet in length was a lost cause. She also had to consider that she was a representative of the American government on Russian property. Obtain permission from Captain Pokofsky to search every nook and cranny of his ship? She'd stand a better chance of persuading him to give up vodka for Kentucky bourbon.

She decided the logical move would be to establish Alan Moran's whereabouts. If he was at home in Washington watching TV, she could forget the whole madness and get a good night's sleep. She put her dress back on and went to the communications room.

Thankfully it wasn't crowded and she didn't have to wait in line.

A pretty Russian girl in a trim uniform asked Loren where she wished to call.

"Washington, D.C" she replied. "Person to person to a Ms. Sally Lindemann. I'll write out the number."

"If you will please wait in booth five, I'll arrange your satellite transmission," the communications girl said in near flawless English.

Loren sat patiently, hoping her secretary was at home. She was.

A sleepy voice answered the operator and acknowledged her name was Sally Lindemann.

"That you, boss?" Sally asked when Loren was put through. "I bet you're dancing up a storm under Caribbean stars with some handsome playboy. Am I right?"

"YOU're not even close."

"I should have known this was a business call."

"Sally, I need you to contact someone."

"One sec." There was a pause. When Sally's voice came on again, it glowed with efficiency. "I've got a pad and pencil. Who do I contact and what do I say?"

"The congressman who opposed and shot down my Rocky Mountain water project."

"You mean old prune-face Mo-"

"He's the one," Loren cut her off.

"I want you to talk to him, face to face if possible. Start with his home. If he's out, ask his wife where he can be reached. If she balks, tell her it's a matter of congressional urgency. Say whatever it takes but get to him."

"When I find him, then what?"

"Nothing," said Loren. "Say it was a mistake."

There were a few seconds' silence. Then Sally said carefully, "You drunk, boss?"

Loren laughed, knowing the puzzlement that must be running through Sally's mind.

"Dead sober."

"Can this wait until morning?"

"I have to know his location as quickly as possible."

"My alarm clock reads after midnight," Sally protested.

"Now!" Loren said sharply. "Call me the second you see his face and hear his voice."

She hung up and walked back toward her suite. The moon was directly overhead and she lingered a few minutes on deck, wishing Pitt were standing there beside her.