"Zac, old buddy." It was the first time Pitt had called him by name. "I wonder if you would do me a personal favor."

"If I can"—Zac grinned hesitantly—"old buddy."

"I want Teri released in my custody."

"Released in your custody?" Zac arched his eyebrows in accompaniment to wide innocent eyes. Steve McQueen couldn't have done it any better. "What lecherous scheme do you have up your sleeve?"

"No lechery," Pitt said seriously. "You have no choice but to release her. Once free, it will take Teri all of twenty minutes to storm back to the villa—hell hath no fury like the wrath of a woman humiliated—demanding that Uncle Bruno do something about her shameful captivity. The old boy will put his shrewd mind into gear and, within the hour, your little underground spy network will be blown from Thasos back to the States."

"You underestimate us," Zac said urbanely. "I'm well aware of the consequences. Plans have been made for just such an emergency. We can be out of these quarters and working under a different cover by morning."

"Too late," Pitt countered sharply. "The damage is done. Von Till will be wise to your presence. He's sure to double every precaution."

"You have a very convincing argument."

"You're damn right I have."

"And if I turned her over to you?" Zac asked speculatively.

"As soon as Teri is missed, if she hasn't been already, von Till will turn Thasos upside down in an exhaustive search. The safest place to hide her now is on board the First Attempt. He won't think to look for her there, at least not until he's sure she isn't on the island."

Zac stared a long moment at Pitt, examining every inch of the man as if he were seeing him for the first time, wondering why someone with an excellent position and influential family would take such difficult and dangerous risks, never knowing when a miscalculation might spell the end of his career or even his death. Zac idly tapped his pipe against an ashtray, knocking the loose ashes from the round briar bowl.

"It will be as you say," Zac murmured. "Providing, of course, the young lady will cause no trouble."

"I don't think so," Pitt grinned. "She has other things on her mind besides international drug smuggling. I'd say that sneaking off to the boat with me holds more interest than another dull evening with Uncle Bruno. Besides, show me a woman who doesn't crave a little taste of adventure, now and then, and I'll show you a—"

He broke off as the door opened and Giordino walked in, followed by Zeno. Giordino had a wide grin stretched across his cherub face and he clutched a bottle of Metaxa Five Star brandy in one hand.