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"Partly for the same reason I'm standing here in this ridiculous wolf suit," Pitt said grimly. "I volunteered for your little manhunt for two reasons. One, I've got a score to even with Rondheim and Kelly, no more, no less.
Second, I'm still Special Projects Director for NUMA, and as such, my primary duty is to obtain the plans for Fyrie's undersea mineral probe. That's why I conned Kirsti-she knows where the blueprints are hidden. Boy something I shouldn't have, it gave me a wedge, to her."
Kippmann nodded. "Now I understand." He sat on a desk and toyed with a letter opener.
I have Kelly and his group in custody, I'll r to you and Admiral Sandecker for quesgood enough," Pitt snapped. "If you want my cooperation as an identifying witness, then promise me a few minutes alone with Rondheim-And full and complete custody of Kirsti Fyrie."
"Impossible!"
"What does Rondheim's future physical condition mean to you?"
"If I turned my back so you could kick him in the teeth, I couldn't let you have Kirsti Fyrie."
"You could," Pitt said positively. "Mostly because she isn't yours to give. If you're lucky, you might pin an accomplice charge on her. But that might strain our relations with Iceland, in event that wouldn't make our State Department exactly jump for joy."
"You're wasting your breath," Kippmann said impatiently. "She will be convicted of murder along with all the rest."
"Yours is not to convict, yours is to apprehend and arrest." Kippmann shook his head. "You don't understand-" He broke off as the door opened wide. Lazard stood framed in the doorway, his face ashen.
Kippmann stared at him curiously. "Dan, what is it?" Lazard wiped his brow and slumped into an empty chair. "De Croix and Castile have suddenly changed their planned excursion. They've shaken their escort and disappeared somewhere in the 94
park. God only knows what can happen before we find them."
Frowning, baffled, Kippmann's face expressed a moment of utter uncomprehension. "Christ!" he exploded. "How could it happen? How could you lose them with half the federal agents in the state guarding their party?"
"There are twenty thousand people out there in the park right this minute," Lazard tone. "It doesn't take any great magician to replace two of them. feat of cleverness to Croix and Castile bitched. He shrugged helplessly. "Deal about our heavy security precautions from the second they stepped through the main gate. They went to the john together and gave us the slip by ducking out a side window, just like a pair of kids."
Pitt stood up. "Quickly, do you have their tour and scheduled stops?"
Lazard stared at him for a moment. "Yes, here, each amusement and exhibit and their time schedules." He handed Pitt a Xeroxed sheet of paper.
Pitt rapidly glanced at the schedule. Then a slow grin cut his face as he turned to Kippmann. "You'd better send me into the game, coach."y 'Major," Kippmann said unhappily. "I have the feeling I'm about to be blackmailed.
"As they say during campus riots, why won't you meet our demands?"
The slump of Kippmann's shoulders displayed as sure a sign of defeat as if he'd waved a white flag. He stared at Pitt. The eyes that stared back were disconcertingly steady.
Kippmann nodded. "Rondheim and Miss Fyrie are yours-They're staying in the Disneyland Hotel across the street.
Adjoining rooms, 605 and 607."
"And Kelly, Marks, Von Hummel and the rest?"
"They're all there-Hermit Limited reserved the entire sixth floor." Kippmann rubbed his face uncomfortably. "Just what do you have in mind?"
"Rest easy. Five minutes with Rondheim. Then You can have him. Kirsti Fyrie I keep. Call her a little bonus from the N.I.A.
too. Kippmann gave up completely. "You win. Now where are De Croix and Castile?"
"The obvious." Pitt smiled at Kippmann and Lazard.
The most obvious place where any two men who passed their childhood near the Spanish Main would head."
"God, you've hit it," Lazard said almost bitterly.
"The last stop on the schedule-The Pirates of the Caribbean."
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