Ripples that represented waves began to travel out from the area immediately around the slide. Max zoomed in on the wave heading for Rocky Point. When the moving arc was close to shore, the close-up of Rocky Point enlarged to fill the whole screen. The wave could be seen rolling into the harbor, onto the shore and up the river.

Without being asked, Max split the screen showing the side view displaying the profile of the wave. The tsunami grew as it approached land, morphed into a giant watery claw, and crashed down on the sleepy harbor. There was silence in the room as Max repeated the scene again and again in fast and slow motion.

Yaeger swiveled in his chair and said, “Comments, gentlemen?”

“We've established effect,” Jenkins said. “The big question is whether the cause was man-made.”

“It's happened before,” Reed said. “Remember what I said about a drill platform's collapsing after accidentally releasing a plume.”

“Max, I know you've worked hard, but I wonder if you could do me a favor.”

“Of course, Dr. Jenkins.”

“Thank you. Go back to your map of the East Coast and show us weak spots similar to those off Maine.”

The map appeared again with pulsating bull's-eyes of varying sizes. The biggest were off the New England coast, New Jersey, Washington, Charleston and Miami.

“Max, please simulate what would happen if the continental shelf collapsed at the major intersections with methane-hydrate deposits.”

Within an instant, waves rippled out from the larger epicenters, reaching a height of thirty feet, hitting the coast and flowing into bays and up rivers and far onto land.

Reed's eyes blinked rapidly behind the thick lenses. "Good-bye Boston, New York, Washington, Charleston and Miami.”

“Meth is death,” Yaeger said softly. Seeing the puzzled faces of the older men, he explained, “It's an old hippie saying, meant to warn people of the dangers of using methamphetamines to get high.”

Reed said, “This is worse than any drug, my friend.” Jenkins cleared his throat. “There was something I didn't mention.” He told them about the encounter with the huge ship the same day as the Rocky Point tsunami.

“It sounds as if you think the ship had something to do with the landslide and the tsunami,” Yaeger said.

Jenkins nodded.

“Were there any markings on it?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact. The ship was registered in Liberia, as a lot of them are, and the name on the hull was Ataman Explorer I. I checked the dictionary. It means the head man of a bunch of Cossacks.”

“Ataman? Are you sure?”

“Yes, does the name ring a bell?”

“Possibly. How long are you in Washington, Dr. Jenkins?” Yaeger asked.

“I don't know. As long as I have to be I guess. Why?”

Yaeger rose from his chair. “I've got a couple of people I want you to meet.”

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