"You make him sound like a contender for the nutty professor. Let

me give you a warning, old friend. The Spanish police would love to nail him to the wall. They have no direct proof linking him to ter- rorist acts, but when they do, you don't want to be in their way."

“I'll remember that. Thanks for the heads-up.”

“Hell, Kurt, it's the least I could do for a former comrade-in- arms.”

Before Perez had the chance to start reminiscing again, Austin glanced at his watch. “Got to get moving. Thanks for your time.”

“Not at all. Let's get together for lunch sometime. We miss you here. The brass is still ticked off about Sandecker grabbing you for NUMA.”

Austin rose from his chair. “Maybe we'll work on a joint opera- tion someday.”

Perez smiled. “I'd like that,” he said.

The Washington traffic had let up, and before long, Austin saw the sun gleaming on the green glass facade of the thirty-story NUMA building overlooking the Potomac. He groaned when he walked into his office. His efficient secretary had neatly piled the pink call-back slips in the center of his desk. In addition, he would have to dig him- self out of an avalanche of e-mail messages before he got down to preparing a report on Oceanus.

Ah, the exciting life of a swashbuckler! He scrolled through his e- mail, deleted half of it as nonessential and shuffled through his pink slips. There was a message from Paul and Gamay. They had gone to Canada to check into an Oceanus operation. Zavala had left a call on his answering machine saying he would be home that night in time for a hot date. Some things never change, Austin thought with a shake of his head. His handsome and charming partner was much in demand among Washington's female set. Austin sighed and began to tap away at his computer. He was wrapping up the first draft when the phone rang.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Austin. I was hoping I'd find you in your office.”

Austin smiled at the sound of Them's voice. "I'm already pining for the high seas. Your flight home on the Concorde went well, I trust.

“Yes, but I don't know why I hurried back. My in-box is filled with depositions and briefs. But I didn't call to complain. I'd like to get to- gether with you.”

“I'm halfway out the door. A walk maybe. Cocktails and dinner. Then, who knows?”

“We'll have to put the 'who knows?' on hold for now. This is busi- ness. Marcus wants to talk to you.”

“I'm really starting to dislike your friend. He keeps getting in the way of what may be the love affair of the century.”

“This is important, Kurt.”

“Okay, I'll meet with him, with one condition. We make a date for tonight.”

“It's a deal.”