“Would you believe the South Pacific?” She told him of Pitt’s suspicions about the ore carrier in Chile and his plans to protect the ship inbound from Australia.

“It’s carrying rare earth elements?”

“Yes. I think he said she was called the Adelaide, sailing from Perth.”

“You’re not going to join him, are you?”

“I considered it, but he’s leaving tomorrow. It’s probably a wild-goose chase, and frankly, I feel like I’m making some progress here.”

She slid the bio of Tom Cerny across the desk to him. “I’m not prepared to pronounce a leak in the White House, but look at Cerny’s background.”

Fowler read aloud a few of Cerny’s biographical entries. “Ex–Green Beret officer, served as military adviser in Taiwan, later Panama and Colombia. Left Army for a stint at Raytheon as a program manager for directed energy weapons programs. Later moved to Capitol Hill as a defense specialist. Served on the board of directors of three defense contractors before joining the White House. Married to the former Jun Lu Yi, a Taiwanese national. Operates a child education charity in Bogotá.” He set the paper down. “Interesting range of experiences.”

“He seems to have been in the vicinity of a few defense systems that the Chinese have duplicated,” Ann said. “The Colombia bit certainly caught my eye.”

“Worth looking into. I suspect you could make some discreet inquiries without raising any red flags.”

“I agree. I’m not ready to throw away my career by barging into the White House, but I’ll press the fringes a bit more. How are things going with your internal reviews?”

He shook his head. “I’ve double-checked every DARPA employee working on the program. To be honest, I haven’t found a single nugget of suspicious behavior. I’ll pass the files to you when I finish the interviews.”

“Thanks, but I’ll trust your review. Where are you headed next?”

“I figured on making site visits to our three largest subcontractors. Maybe you should join me? It would make the work go faster.”

“I’m thinking of looking at a few of the smaller subcontractors. These three caught my eye.”

“Too far down the food chain,” Fowler said. “They’d likely have only limited access to anything classified.”

“No harm in a little probing,” Ann said. “You know the saying about the blind pig finding the acorn.”

Fowler smiled. “Suit yourself. I’ll be around the rest of the day if you come up with any nuts to share.”

Late in the day, she got her next break. After more follow-ups with the FBI, she went back to her list of subcontractors. The first two companies were publicly traded, so she readily obtained background information on their businesses. But the third firm was privately held and required more digging. She found an article about it in an engineering periodical and rushed into Fowler’s office.