"Yes," Jelbart replied. "We're hoping they can help to identify this individual."

"But he will be too sick to transport back to Singapore," Coffey said knowingly.

"That happens to be true," Jelbart told him. He faced Coffey. His voice was barely above a whisper now. "But you're right, Mr. Coffey. We don't want him leaving here just yet. If this man was involved in the transport of nuclear materials, we don't know who else in Singapore might be involved. It could be members of the government, the military, or private industry. We don't want anything to happen to him until we can question him."

"You know that you can't hold this man if he asks to be released," Coffey said. "He was found in international waters and committed no crimes that you're aware of. For all you know, he was a victim."

"I understand that," Jelbart said. "Now let's talk about reality. This region is the world's best-traveled route for nuclear traffic. Your government has been at war with potential nuclear terrorists here and in Africa and the Middle East. But it's been on our shoulders to try to stop the goods in transit. That's not easy. Without trace radiation or known perpetrators, we have no right to board ships in the open sea. The coastline is another problem. Watching that eats up a lot of time and resources. I don't know what we're going to find out about this man. Air and sea patrols are searching the region where he was found. They're looking for more of the wreckage. So far, nothing has turned up. A few extra hours in the water may have diluted the radiation and the wreckage sufficiently to make detection difficult."

"What about other vessels that may have been in the region?" Coffey asked.

"We're checking charters, radio transmissions, even cellular phone calls that were made before dawn," Jelbart said. "According to the doctor, the victim was injured about four or five A.M. Perhaps another vessel saw or heard something. But then, we a.s.sume they would have reported it."

Coffey nodded. "Of course, if there was something illegal going on, this man's shipmates would have steered away from other vessels," he said.

"Most likely," Jelbart agreed. "There's one other scenario we have to consider. The accident occurred near the Ryder Ridge, a region for nuclear waste disposal. It's remotely possible this man and his shipmates were trying to salvage some of that material."

"In a sampan?" Coffey asked.

"I said 'remotely possible,' not 'likely,' " Jelbart pointed out. "Which brings me back to what I believe is the case. That they were transporting nuclear material in some form and were attacked. Maybe it was a deal gone wrong. Maybe they pushed their engine and it overheated. But we need to find out more, which means holding this man until such time as he can speak to us."

Coffey looked at the unconscious victim. "What are you asking me to do? Ignore his rights?"

"Involving you was Mr. Ellsworth's idea," Jelbart said. "I don't know what he wants you to do. But I'm telling you, Mr. Coffey, this has me scared. We have in the past intercepted troublesome cargo. Components for nuclear weapons. Fake pa.s.sports for the transit of rogue nuclear scientists. Plans of nuclear power plants here and abroad, including the routes they use for the transportation of spent fuel. But this is the first time we have encountered clear evidence of radioactive materials close to our sh.o.r.es."

"The point is, you did did find it," Coffey said. find it," Coffey said.

"By luck."

"Nonetheless, you know where to look now," Coffey said. "By examining the wreckage, you may even know what to look for. What kind of ship, where it came from. This man may not know anything. You can't treat him as if he's a terror mastermind."

"Sir, we can't afford to treat him as if he isn't," Jelbart replied. "Do you want to know what I'm asking you to do, Mr. Coffey? I am asking you to consider the rights of the twenty million people living in Australia and the countless millions living around the globe. I'm asking you to consider their right to live lives free of nuclear terrorism."

"People should live free from any form of terrorism," Coffey said. He nodded toward the man in the bed. "That includes state-sanctioned terrorism, physical or psychological."

"No one is going to hurt him," Jelbart said. "Which is something else you should consider. Whatever treatment this man receives while he is our guest will be preferable to what they would do to him in Singapore. If the government wants information, they will beat or drug him to get it. If someone wants to silence him, they will do that, too." Jelbart looked at his watch. "I told Mr. Ellsworth I would bring you to him. I suggest we go downstairs now. The representative from Singapore is also due any moment."

The men returned to the elevator.

Coffey was torn. In theory, he could disagree with nothing the warrant officer had said. In practice, he could not shake a quote by Calvin Coolidge that he had memorized. It was commemorated in a plaque in one of the lecture halls at the UCLA School of Law where Coffey had been a student. It said, "Men speak of natural rights, but I challenge anyone to show where in nature any rights existed or were recognized until there was established for their declaration and protection a duly promulgated body of corresponding laws."

Jelbart was wrong. Bend the law, and the rights of all people suffered.

But then, Coffey was a good lawyer. As such, he could not help but wonder if there was a loophole in this instance. Nuclear terrorism, even the threat of it, removed part of what made him want to protect this man.

It took the word human human from from human rights. human rights.

ELEVEN.

Darwin, Australia Thursday, 12:17 P.M.

The RAN Iroquois helicopter carrying Female Naval Defence Technical Officer Monica Loh of COSCOM, the Coastal Command of the Republic of Singapore Navy, landed on the helipad at the Royal Darwin Hospital. The pad was typically used by the Rescue Birds-helicopters that brought patients from the regions surrounding Darwin. Formerly an officer with the Explosive Ordnance Disposal Group, the five-foot-seven-inch Loh walked several paces ahead of the two shorter male Naval Defence technicians who had accompanied her. The vessel to which Loh was attached, a 360-ton mine countermeasure vessel, was still at sea. Warrant Officer George Jelbart had dispatched the helicopter to get Major Loh to the Darwin hospital as quickly as possible.

Brian Ellsworth had sent a scanned photograph and fingerprints of an injured seaman to the Police Coast Guard at the Tanjong Pagar Complex in Singapore. Ellsworth had wanted any information the PCG might have on this individual. He was Lee Tong, a registered former seaman on the Lord of the Ocean Lord of the Ocean container ship. The PCG wanted to know why Ellsworth needed this information. He told them, at the same time inviting someone from COSCOM to join the investigation. Since FNO Loh had experience in that area of the sea, as well as with explosive devices, she was sent to Darwin. The last time she had been involved with Australian officials was three years before. That was when the two nations had joined with Malaysian authorities to raid a warehouse on the Malaysian coast. They broke up a DVD pirating ring that the Australian Film and Video Security Office said was costing Hollywood producers over twenty-five million dollars a year in lost revenue. container ship. The PCG wanted to know why Ellsworth needed this information. He told them, at the same time inviting someone from COSCOM to join the investigation. Since FNO Loh had experience in that area of the sea, as well as with explosive devices, she was sent to Darwin. The last time she had been involved with Australian officials was three years before. That was when the two nations had joined with Malaysian authorities to raid a warehouse on the Malaysian coast. They broke up a DVD pirating ring that the Australian Film and Video Security Office said was costing Hollywood producers over twenty-five million dollars a year in lost revenue.

Everyone wants to be in show business, she thought bitterly at the time. To carry out the raid, Loh's superiors had pulled her off a coinvestigation with the Home Affairs Ministry involving Lebanon's Hezbollah guerrilla group recruiting Singaporean Muslims. These individuals were being used to spy on the American and Israeli emba.s.sies in Singapore. Fortunately, the Singaporean Muslims decided the risk was not worth the rewards. They quit the Lebanese terror unit before carrying out their mission. she thought bitterly at the time. To carry out the raid, Loh's superiors had pulled her off a coinvestigation with the Home Affairs Ministry involving Lebanon's Hezbollah guerrilla group recruiting Singaporean Muslims. These individuals were being used to spy on the American and Israeli emba.s.sies in Singapore. Fortunately, the Singaporean Muslims decided the risk was not worth the rewards. They quit the Lebanese terror unit before carrying out their mission.

Loh and her two aides were met by a pair of RAN leading seamen and escorted to the back of the hospital. They were informed that a service elevator would take them to where the "items" were being stored.

It felt strange to be on land. Loh was used to the rocking of the MCMV, where she spent much of her time. Even the helicopter had felt more comfortable than solid, unmoving asphalt. It was also unusual for Loh to be in the sunshine. While the bulk of the twenty-eight-person crew searched for mines, she conducted signal intelligence operations in a segregated area of the ship. She listened for communiques that might suggest smuggling operations. If she detected anything unusual, the appropriate police or military unit was sent to investigate.

The fact that just the opposite was happening here did not surprise her. The thirty-four-year-old Loh did not share the viewpoint of many of her fellow female naval officers. They regarded the RSN nomenclature as dismissive, since male naval officers were simply referred to as naval officers. naval officers. Loh did not agree. She sincerely believed that men had created the distinction for a reason. So that they would have somewhere to turn when things got difficult. Like now. Loh's father, Vendesan, was an officer with Singapore's Criminal Investigation Department. His specialty was gathering intelligence on the powerful secret societies that ran the nation's gambling, prost.i.tution, and drug rings. Her father was very smart. But whenever Vendesan was baffled, he discussed the situation with his wife. Monica would often lie in bed, listening to their conversations. Her mother, Nurdiyana, was a school-teacher. More often than not, the woman would have sensible solutions to her husband's problems. It was the same with the FNOs. When roaring and mane shaking failed, the RSN lions sent in the smarter, cagier lionesses. Loh did not agree. She sincerely believed that men had created the distinction for a reason. So that they would have somewhere to turn when things got difficult. Like now. Loh's father, Vendesan, was an officer with Singapore's Criminal Investigation Department. His specialty was gathering intelligence on the powerful secret societies that ran the nation's gambling, prost.i.tution, and drug rings. Her father was very smart. But whenever Vendesan was baffled, he discussed the situation with his wife. Monica would often lie in bed, listening to their conversations. Her mother, Nurdiyana, was a school-teacher. More often than not, the woman would have sensible solutions to her husband's problems. It was the same with the FNOs. When roaring and mane shaking failed, the RSN lions sent in the smarter, cagier lionesses.

Not that Loh's father was like that. He respected women. And he respected intellect. Chinese, Malay, Tamil, and English were all official languages in Singapore. He spoke them all. At his insistence, Loh had learned them in school. He himself had taught her j.a.panese.

"Arms can subdue, but often at great cost," her father had once told her. "But languages can infiltrate and control. If used correctly, they give you power over groups and individuals."

Her father had been proof of that. He had survived forty-five years with the CID before retiring.

The Singaporeans and their escorts entered the s.p.a.cious elevator and rode down three floors. The doors opened on a metal desk with a security guard seated behind it. A senior member of the Darwin Police Force was standing beside him. The officer tipped his hat to Loh as she walked past. If she were out of uniform, she would have found that sweet. In uniform, it made her uncomfortable. She would have preferred a salute. They walked a few steps to the morgue. The hospital guard buzzed them in. The two leading seamen did not enter.

The morgue was about twenty by twenty feet. There were refrigerated cabinets with stainless steel doors on the left-hand side. On the right side were shelves with chemicals, tools, and electronic equipment. There were two doors in the rear. In the center of the room was a row of gurneys. Dark ap.r.o.ns covered several of them. Loh a.s.sumed that these were lead-lined and that the remains of the boat were beneath them.

There were four other people in the brightly lit room. One of them walked over briskly and introduced himself. He was Brian Ellsworth, a short, rotund, balding man. Dressed in a black three-piece suit, the pale official looked as though he were dressed for his own funeral. Ellsworth introduced Warrant Officer George Jelbart, attorney Lowell Coffey III of the National Crisis Management Center in Washington, D.C., and Dr. Maud Forvey, a physicist at the Northern Territory University.

Loh introduced herself and her two aides.

"I want to thank you all for coming," Ellsworth said. "Frankly, we aren't sure precisely what we've stumbled upon. We hope you can help."

"You received the data from the Police Coast Guard," Loh said.

"Yes. We did, just now, thank you," Ellsworth said. "We have people checking to see if there is additional information about Mr. Tong."

"I would like to visit him," Loh said.

"We'll take you to his room in a minute," Ellsworth said. "First, if you don't mind, we'd like to know if there is anything you can tell us about the wreckage. We understand you've been at sea for ten years."

"That's right," she said.

"Mr. Jelbart believes it's from a sampan, but we aren't certain," Ellsworth said. "By the way, Dr. Forvey has checked the flotsam for radioactivity. It is extremely low level, perfectly safe for a brief exposure. Just don't handle any of the pieces without the proper attire."

Loh walked over to the gurneys. Dr. Forvey put on thick yellow gloves. She raised the end of one of the lead covers. The Singaporean officer looked at the charred pieces of planking.

"That's Foochow pine," she said.

"Are you certain?" Ellsworth asked.

"Absolutely. The Chinese use it to make mu-chi mu-chi sampans." sampans."

"Do you ever see these in Singapore?" Warrant Officer Jelbart asked.

"Occasionally," Loh said. "They're mostly used for river travel."

"Why is that?" Ellsworth asked.

"The mu-chi mu-chi sampans have a very low profile and can pa.s.s easily under most bridges," Loh informed him. sampans have a very low profile and can pa.s.s easily under most bridges," Loh informed him.

"Are they motorized?" Jelbart asked.

"They can be," she replied.

"Obviously this one was," Ellsworth said. "The question is, why take one of them to the middle of the Celebes Sea at night?"

"Piracy," Loh replied. "That's what sampans are used for in the South China Sea."

"That would make sense," Jelbart said. "The low profile would make it extremely difficult to spot on the horizon and difficult to pick up on radar. If they waited for night-fall, they could quietly oar their way to a ship."

"That's exactly what they do," Loh told him.

"What about using the sampans for smuggling?" Ellsworth asked.

"That is uncommon," Loh said. "There is not a lot of storage capability. They would not be very efficient when weighted down. Doctor, could you raise the ap.r.o.n a little higher?"

Dr. Forvey did so. Loh examined the wreckage for a long moment.

"There is something else," Loh said. "I don't believe that the explosion of a diesel engine caused this wreckage."

"How can you tell?" Ellsworth asked.

"The engine would have been located in the rear," she said. "The curve of these planks suggests they came from the front section. Something would have had to explode close to the planks to do this kind of damage. Also, the foxing along the sides of the wood is unusual. Petrol explosions produce sharp, splintering cracks. This wood was pulverized."

"Suggesting what?" Jelbart asked.

"That a powerful explosive device was on board," Loh said. "There have been reports over the last few years about a band of pirates who place explosives on the hulls of ships. The pirates threaten to destroy the vessels unless they turn over their cargo."

"Do we know anything about these pirates?" Jelbart asked.

"No," Loh replied. "They always attacked in the dark and stayed out of range when making their demands. Any hostages they took were hooded or killed. It is conceivable they could have used a sampan for these attacks."

"How did they collect their plunder?" Jelbart asked.

"The cash and jewelry were put in a dinghy or sometimes a bag, which one of the pirates would swim over to collect," Loh replied.

"That would not have been a convenient way to move nuclear materials around," Dr. Forvey noted. Carefully, she lay the heavy ap.r.o.n back across the battered pieces of wood.

"That a.s.sumes this was the same group of pirates," Coffey said.

"The only way we're going to find that out is by talking to the survivor," Loh said. "I would like to do that as soon as possible."

"He's unconscious," Ellsworth told her.

"Then we'll have to wake him," Loh replied.

"Officer Loh, that's something we will have to discuss with his doctors," Ellsworth said.

Loh glared at him. "You can discuss it with his doctors," she suggested firmly. "I am here to find out why a sampan and one of its operators were exposed to radiation." can discuss it with his doctors," she suggested firmly. "I am here to find out why a sampan and one of its operators were exposed to radiation."

"We can try to do both," Coffey suggested diplomatically.

Loh turned and walked toward the door. There was nothing to hunt down here.

The lioness was moving on.

TWELVE.

The Celebes Sea Thursday, 1:08 P.M.

The yacht was about to cross south into the Molucca Sea when Captain Kannaday summoned John Hawke to his cabin. Fifteen minutes later, the security chief knocked and entered.

Kannaday was seated at a small rolltop desk against the port-side wall. It was an eighteenth-century piece. There were laminated charts marked with grease pencil and a laptop with nautical data. When Kannaday sat here, it made him feel like the captain of an old-time frigate or whaling ship. How many of those men also dealt in contraband? he often wondered. Back then it would have been slaves and arms and opium.

Hawke shut the narrow door behind him. The bright light from the porthole moved with the slow sway of the he pryacht. One moment the sun shone brightly on the officer's long face. The next moment he was in sharp-edged darkness. Hawke did not blink in the direct light of the sun. He removed his headset and hung it over his shoulder.

There was a deck chair beside the bed. Kannaday did not invite him to sit. The captain swiveled his own chair toward the newcomer.

"You took your time getting here," Kannaday said.

"I was busy with the repairs," Hawke replied.

The man had a voice like sea spray. It was soft and feathery, a combination of his mother's drawling Aborigine accent and his father's lyrical Canadian inflection. Considering the setback they had suffered, it was also disturbingly confident and untroubled.

"What is the status of the lab?" Kannaday asked.

"The hole has been welded shut," Hawke replied. "The area is free of leakage."

"Leakage of seawater or radiation?" Kannaday asked.