"Mr. Pitt?" Julia Lee's whisper was barely audible in the darkness.

"Yes." Pitt had parked the watercraft in a small inlet that opened onto the lake beside the cabin, approaching through the woods until he found Julia and her brood. He sat down heavily on a fallen tree and began pulling off his dry suit. "Is everyone all right?"

"They're alive," she answered in a soft voice with just a trace of huskiness. "But they're not all right. They're soaked to the skin and freezing. Everyone needs dry clothes and medical attention."

Pitt gently touched the bullet wound in his hip. "I'll second that."

"Why can't they go inside your cabin where they can be warm and find something to eat?"

He shook his head. "Not a good idea. I haven't been to town for almost two days and my cupboard is bare. Better we herd them into the boathouse. I'll bring them whatever food I have left and every blanket I can find."

"You're not making sense," she said flatly. "They'd be more comfortable in the cabin than some smelly old boathouse."

A stubborn woman, this one, Pitt thought, and self-sufficient too. "Did I forget to mention the surveillance cameras and listening bugs that grow like mushrooms in nearly every room? I think it best if your friends across the lake observe no one but me. If they suddenly see the ghosts of the people they believe they drowned watching television and drinking my tequila, they'll come charging in here with every gun blazing before our side's posse arrives. No sense in getting them all riled up before their time."

"They've been monitoring you from across the lake?" she asked, puzzled.

"Someone over there thinks I have beady eyes and can't be trusted."

She looked at his face, trying to distinguish his features, but saw no details in the dark. "Who are you, Mr. Pitt?"

"Me?" he said, pulling his feet out of the dry suit. "I'm just an ordinary guy who came to the lake to unwind and fish."

"You are far from ordinary," she said softly, turning and gazing at the dying flames and smoldering embers of the dock. "No ordinary man could have accomplished what you did tonight."

"And you, Ms. Lee? Why is a highly intelligent lady who speaks flawless English and associates with a bunch of illegal immigrants thrown into a lake with weights tied around her ankles?"

"You know they're illegals?" "If they're not, they don't hide it very well." She shrugged. "I guess it's useless to pretend I'm somebody I'm not. I can't flash my badge, but I'm a special undercover agent with the Immigration and Naturalization Service. And I would be most grateful if you could get me to a telephone."