Like what? the captain asked disgustedly. Why cant you just die like a man? he seemed to ask instead.

Where we came from. Who gave us the load. Where were going. Radio codes. Whos supposed to meet us. Everything!

Sure, the captain noted. Get their IDs. Pocket change, car keys, everything. As a matter of fact, just strip em naked before you shoot em. Lets try to be neat.

I know everything! Russo screamed.

He knows everything, Gunny Black said. Isnt that nice? Take off your clothes, boy.

Hold it a minute, Gunny. The captain came forward and shined his light right in Russos face.

What do you know that would interest us? It was a voice they hadnt heard before. Though dressed in fatigues, he was not a Marine.

Ten minutes later it was all on tape. They already knew most of the names, of course. The location of the airstrip was new information, however, as were the radio codes.

Do you waive the right to counsel? the civilian asked.

Yes!

You willing to cooperate?

Yes!

Good. Russo and the copilot, whose name was Bennett, were blindfolded and led to a helicopter. By noon the next day theyd be taken before a U.S. Magistrate, then a judge of the Federal District Court; by sundown to a remote part of Eglin Air Force Base, a newly built structure with a high fence. It was guarded by serious-looking men in uniform.

They didnt know that they were the lucky ones. Five downed planes qualified a pilot as an ace. Bronco was well on his way there.

Dry Feet.

MARK BRIGHT CHECKED in with Deputy Assistant Director Murray, just as a matter of courtesy, before going in to see the Director.

You must have caught the first bird out. Hows the case coming?

The Pirates Casethats how the papers are treating itis just fine. Im up here because of what spun off of it. The victim was dirtier than we thought. Bright explained on for several minutes, pulling one of the ring binders from his briefcase.

How much?

Were not sure. This ones going to take some careful analysis by people with expertise in the world of high finance, but . . . well, probably on the order of seven hundred million dollars.

Murray managed to set down his coffee without spilling any. Say that again?

You heard right. I didnt know that until day before yesterday, and I didnt finish reading this until about twenty-four hours ago. Christ, Dan, I just skimmed it. If Im wrong, Im off on the low side. Anyway, I figured the Director needed to see this PDQ.

Not to mention the AG and the President. What time you going in to see Emil?

Half an hour. Want to tag along? You know this international shuffle better than I do.

The Bureau had a lot of deputy assistant directors, and Murrays post had a vague definition that he jokingly called utility outfielder. The Bureaus leading authority on terrorism, Murray was also the agencys in-house expert on how various international groups moved people, arms, and money from point to point. That, added to his wide experience as a street agent, gave him the brief of overseeing certain important cases for the Director or for Bill Shaw, the executive assistant director (Investigations). Bright hadnt walked into this office entirely by accident.

How solid is your information?

Like I said, its not all collated yet, but I got a bunch of account numbers, transaction dates, amounts, and a solid trail all the way back to the point of origin.

And all of this because that Coast Guard No, sir. Bright hesitated. Well, maybe. Knowing the victim was dirty made us search his background a little more thoroughly. We probably would have gotten this stuff eventually anyway. As it was, I kept going back to the house. You know how it is.

Yeah. Murray nodded. One mark of a good agent was tenacity. Another was instinct. Bright had returned to the home of the victims for as long as his mind kept telling him that something else had to be there. Howd you find the safe?

The guy had one of those Rubbermaid sheets for his swivel chair to ride on. You know how they tend to drift away when you move your chair back and forth? I must have sat at that desk for an hour, all told, and I noticed that it had moved. I rolled the chair away, so I could slide the mat back, and then it hit mewhat a perfect hiding place. I was right. Bright grinned. He had every right to do so.

You should write that one up for The Investigatorthat was the Justice Departments in-house newsletterso everybody ll know to look for it.

We have a good safe-man in the office. After that, it was just a matter of cracking the code on the disks. We have a guy in Mobile who helps us out on thatand, no, he doesnt know whats on the disks. He knows not to pay close attention, and hes not all that interested anyway. I figure well want to keep this one pretty tight until we move to seize the funds.

You know, I dont think weve ever owned a shopping mall. I remember when we seized that topless bar, though. Murray laughed as he lifted his phone and tapped in the number for the Directors office. Morning, Moira, this is Dan Murray. Tell the boss that we have something really hot for him. Bill Shaw will want to come in for this, too. Be there in two minutes. Murray hung up. Come on, Agent Bright. Its not often that you hit a grand slam on your first major-league at-bat. You ever meet the Director?

Just to say hi to him twice at receptions.

Hes good people, Murray assured him on the way out the door. It was a short walk down the carpeted corridor. Bill Shaw met them on the way.

Hi, Mark. Hows your dad?

Catching a lot of fish.

Living down in the Keys now, isnt he?

Yes, sir.

Youre going to love this one, Bill, Murray observed as he opened the door. He led them in and stopped cold when he saw the Directors secretary. My God, Moira, youre beautiful!

You watch that, Mr. Murray, or Ill tell your wife! But there was no denying it. Her suit was lovely, her makeup was perfect, and her face positively glowed with what could only be new love.

I most humbly beg your pardon, maam, Murray said gallantly. This handsome young man is Mark Bright.

Youre five minutes early, Agent Bright, Mrs. Wolfe noted without checking the appointment calendar. Coffee?

No, thank you, maam.

Very well. She checked to see that the Director wasnt on the phone. You can go right in.

The Directors office was large enough for conferences. Emil Jacobs had come to the Bureau after a distinguished career as a United States Attorney in Chicago, and to take this job hed declined a seat on the U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals there. It went without saying that he could have held a partners chair in any criminal-law firm in America, but from the day hed passed the bar exam, Emil Jacobs had dedicated his life to putting criminals in jail. Part of that resulted from the fact that his father had suffered during the beer wars of Prohibition. Jacobs never forgot the scars his father bore for once having talked back to a South Side Gang enforcer. A small man, like his father, Emil Jacobs viewed his mission in life as protecting the weak from the evil. He pursued that mission with a religious fervor that hid behind a brilliant analytical mind. A rare Jew in a largely Irish-Catholic agency, hed been made an honorary member of seventeen Hibernian lodges. While J. Edgar Hoover had been known in the field as Director Hoover, to the current crop of agents, Director Jacobs was Emil.

Your dad worked for me once, Jacobs said as he extended his hand to Agent Bright. Hes down on Marathon Key, isnt he? Still fishing for tarpon?

Yes, sir. Howd you know?

Every year he sends me a Chanukah card. Jacobs laughed. Its a long story. Im surprised he hasnt told you that one. So whats the story?

Bright sat down and opened his briefcase, handing out the bound copies of his documents. He started talking, awkwardly at first, but in ten minutes he was fully warmed to the subject. Jacobs was flipping rapidly through the binder, but didnt miss a spoken word.

Were talking over half a billion dollars, Bright concluded.

More than that from what I see here, son.

I havent had time to give it a detailed analysis, sir. I figured youd want to see this right quick.

You figured right, Jacobs replied without looking up. Bill, whos the best guy at Justice to get in on this?

Remember the guy who headed the savings-and-loan thing? Hes a whiz for following money from place to place. Marty something, Shaw said. Young guy. He has a real nose for it. I think Dan ought to be involved also.

Jacobs looked up. Well?

Fine with me. Shame we cant get a commission on what we seize. Were going to want to move fast on this. The first inkling they have . . .

That might not matter, Jacobs mused. But theres no reason to drag our feet. This sort of loss will sting them pretty good. And with the other things were . . . excuse me. Right, Dan, lets set this up to move fast. Any complications on the piracy case?

No, sir. The physical evidence is enough for a conviction. The U.S. Attorney tossed the confession entirely when the defense lawyer started grumbling about how it had been obtained. Says he smiled when he did it. Told the other guy no deals of any kind, that he had enough evidence to fry them, which is exactly what he plans to do. Hes pressing for an early trial date, going to try the case himself. The whole thing.

Sounds like we have a budding political career on our hands, Jacobs observed. How much show and how much substance?

Hes been pretty good to us down in Mobile, sir, Bright said.

You can never have too many friends on The Hill, Jacobs agreed. Youre fully satisfied with the case?

Yes, sir. Its solid. Whats spun off of it can stand pretty much on its own.

Why was there so much money on the boat if they just planned to kill him? Murray asked.

Bait, Agent Bright answered. According to the confession that we trashed, they were actually supposed to deliver it to a contact in the Bahamas. As you can see from this document, the victim occasionally handled large cash transactions himself. Thats probably the reason he bought the yacht in the first place.

Jacobs nodded. Fair enough. Dan, you did tell that captain Yes, sir. He learned his lesson.

Fine. Back to the money. Dan, you coordinate with Justice and keep me informed through Bill. I want a target date to start the seizuresgive you three days for that. Agent Bright and the Mobile Field Office are to get full credit for turning this onebut, this one is code-word until were ready to move. Code-word meant that the case would be classified right up with CIA operations. It wasnt all that unusual for the Bureau, which ran most of Americas counterintelligence operations. Mark, pick a code-word.

Tarpon. Dad always has been crazy about chasing after them, and theyre good fighters.

Im going to have to go down there and see. Ive never caught anything bigger than a pike. Jacobs was quiet for a moment. He was thinking about something, Murray thought, wondering what it was. Whatever it was, it gave Emil a very crafty look. The timing couldnt be better. Shame I cant tell you why. Mark, say hi to your dad for me. The Director stood, ending the meeting.

Mrs. Wolfe noted that everyone was smiling when they came out of the room. Shaw even gave her a wink. Ten minutes later shed opened a new file in the secure cabinet, an empty folder with the name TARPON typed on the paper label. It went in the drug section, and Jacobs told her that further documentation would follow in a few days.

Murray and Shaw walked Agent Bright down to his car and saw him off.

Whats with Moira? Dan asked as the car pulled out.

They think shes got a boyfriend.

About time.

At 4:45, Moira Wolfe placed the plastic cover over her computer keyboard and another over her typewriter. Before leaving the office, she checked her makeup one last time and then walked out with a spring in her step. The oddest thing was that she didnt realize that everyone else in the office was rooting for her. The other secretaries and executive assistants, even the Directors security detail, had avoided comment for fear of making her self-conscious. But tonight had to be a date. The signs were clear, even though Moira thought that she was concealing it all.

As a senior executive secretary, Mrs. Wolfe rated a reserved parking space, one of many things that made her life easier. She drove out a few minutes later onto 10th Street, Northwest, then turned right onto Constitution Avenue. Instead of her normal southward course toward Alexandria and home, she headed west across the Theodore Roosevelt Bridge into Arlington. It seemed as though the rush-hour traffic was parting before her, and twenty-five minutes later she pulled up to a small Italian restaurant in Seven Corners. Before going in she checked her makeup again in the rearview mirror. Her children would be getting dinner from McDonalds tonight, but they understood. She told them that shed be working very late, and she was sure that they believed her, though she ought to have known that they saw through her lies as easily as she had once seen through theirs.

Excuse me, she said to the hostess upon entering.

You must be Mrs. Wolfe, the young lady replied at once. Please come with me. Mr. Daz is waiting for you.

Flix CortezJuan Dazwas sitting in a corner booth at the rear of the restaurant. Moira was sure that hed picked the dark place for privacy, and that he had his back to the wall so that he could see her coming. She was partially correct on both counts. Cortez was wary of being in this area. CIA headquarters was less than five miles away, thousands of FBI personnel lived in this area, and who could say whether a senior counterintelligence officer might also like this restaurant? He didnt think that anyone there knew what he looked like, but intelligence officers do not live to collect their pensions by assuming anything. His nervousness was not entirely feigned. On the other hand, he was unarmed. Cortez was in a business where firearms caused far more problems than they solved, public perceptions to the contrary.

Flix rose as she approached. The hostess departed as soon as she realized the nature of this business dinner, leaving the two loversshe thought it was kind of cuteto grab each others hands and exchange kisses that were oddly passionate despite their being restrained for so public a place. Cortez seated his lady, pouring her a glass of white wine before resuming his place opposite her. His first words were delivered with sheepish embarrassment.

I was afraid you wouldnt come.

How long have you been waiting? Moira asked. There were a half-dozen stubbed-out cigarettes in the ashtray.

Almost an hour, he answered with a funny look. Clearly he was amused at himself, she thought.

But Im early.

I know. This time he laughed. You make me a fool, Moira. I do not act in such a way at home.

She misread what he was trying to say. Im sorry, Juan, I didnt mean A perfect response, Cortezs mind reported. Exactly right. He took her hand across the table and his eyes sparkled. Do not trouble yourself. Sometimes it is good for a man to be a fool. Forgive me for calling you so abruptly. A small business problem. I had to fly to Detroit on short notice, and since I was in the neighborhood, as you say, I wanted to see you before I went home.

Problem . . .?

A change in the design for a carburetor. Something to do with fuel economy, and I must change some tools in my factories. He waved his hand. The problem is solved. These things are not uncommonand, it gave me an excuse to make an extra trip here. Perhaps I should thank your EPA, or whatever government office complains about air pollution.

I will write the letter myself, if you wish.

His voice changed. It is so good to see you again, Moira.

I was afraid that The emotion on his face was manifest. No, Moira, it was I who was afraid. I am a foreigner. I come here so seldom, and surely there must be many men who Juan, where are you staying? Mrs. Wolfe asked.

At the Sheraton.

Do they have room service?

Yes, but why I wont be hungry for about two hours, she told him, and finished off her wine. Can we leave now?

Flix dropped a pair of twenties on the table and led her out. The hostess was reminded of a song from The King and I. They were in the lobby of the Sheraton in less than six minutes. Both walked quickly to the elevators, and both looked warily about, both hoping that they wouldnt be spotted, but for different reasons. His tenth-floor room was actually an expensive suite. Moira scarcely noticed on entering, and for the next hour knew of nothing but a man whose name she mistakenly thought was Juan Daz.

So wonderful a thing, he said at last.

Whats that?

So wonderful a thing that there was a problem with the new carburetor.