“When I dove on the wreckage, I found the bones of a fifth man tied to the floor of the cargo section.”

Sandecker looked at Bass. “Have you any idea who he’s talking about?”

Bass sat like a man who had been slapped in the face. “A ground maintenance man,” he murmured vacantly. “One must have somehow been left on board when the plane took off.”

“Won’t wash,” said Pitt. “Flesh was still evident. The remains haven’t been immersed as long as the others.”

“You said the canisters were still sealed,” replied Bass, snatching at threads.

“Yes, sir, I saw no evidence of tampering,” Pitt reassured him.

“My God, my God!” Bass held his hands to his face. “Someone besides ourselves knows about the aircraft.”

“We can’t be sure of that,” said Steiger.

Bass lowered his hands and stared at Pitt through glazed eyes. “Bring her up, Mr. Pitt. For the sake of humanity, bring up Vixen 03 from the bottom of that lake-and do it quickly.”

Pitt could not shake the feeling of dread as he left the meeting and passed through the main entrance of the NUMA building. The Washington night was heavy with humidity, the stickiness adding to his depression. He walked across the deserted parking lot and opened the door to his car. He was halfway behind the wheel before he noticed a small figure on the passenger seat.

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Loren was asleep. She was cuddled in a ball and lost to the world. She wore a Grecian-style green dress and calfskin boots under a long fur coat. Pitt leaned over and brushed the hair from her cheeks and gently shook her awake. Her eyes fluttered open and then locked on his. Her lips arched into a feline smile and her face looked strangely pale and young.

“Mmm. Fancy meeting you here.”

He leaned over and kissed her. “Are you crazy? A luscious creature all alone in an empty Washington parking lot. It’s a miracle you weren’t assaulted and gang-banged.”

She pushed him away and wrinkled her nose. “Ugh, you reek of stale cigars.”

“Blame that on being cooped up with Admiral Sandecker for six hours.” He settled back and started the car. “How did you track me down?”

“No great feat. I called your office to get your number in Savannah. Your secretary said you were already back in town, tied up in conference.” Ť

“Whatever possessed you to stake out my car?”

“I fought and lost an overwhelming urge to do something foolish and feminine.” She kneaded the inside of his thigh. “Glad?”

“I cannot tell a lie,” he said, grinning. “You come as a welcome relief after the last twenty-four hours.”

“Welcome relief?” Loren faked a pout. “You really know how to charm a girl with flattery.”

“We don’t have much time,” he said, turning serious. “I’m off again in the morning.”

“I figured as much. That’s why I’ve planned a nice surprise.”