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"According to my friend's report, the foreman claimed that all previous identification had been removed."
"Looks like somebody built themselves a fleet out of hijacked ships."
"A cheap and dirty way of doing business."
"Anything new on the parent company?" Pitt asked.
"Still a closed door," Perlmutter replied. "The foreman did say, however, some big shot used to show up to inspect the shi
ps when they were completed and ready to sail."
Pitt stood up. "What else?"
"That's about it."
"There has to be something, a physical description, a name, something."
"Wait a minute while I check through the report again."
Pitt could hear the rustle of papers and Perhnutter mumbling to himself. "Okay, here it is. 'The VIP always arrived in a big black limousine.' No make mentioned. 'He was tall for a Korean-"' "Korean?"
"That's what it says," replied Perlmutter. "'And he spoke Korean with an American accent."' The shadowed figure in Pitts dream moved a step closer. "St. Julien, you do good work."
"Sorry I couldn't take it all the way."
"You bought us a first down."
"Nail the bastard, Dirk."
"I intend to."
"If you need me, I'm more than willing."
"Thank you, St. Julien."
Pitt walked to the closet, threw on a brief kimono and knotted the sash, Then he padded into the kitchen, treated himself to a glass of guava juice laced with dark rum and dialed a number on the phone.
After several rings an indifferent voice answered: "Yeah?"
"Hiram, crank up your computer. I've got a new problem for you.
THE TENSION WAS LIKE A TWISTING KNOT in the pit of Suvorov's stomach. For most of the evening he had sat in the monitoring room making small talk with the two psychologists who manned the telemetry equipment, telling jokes and bringing them coffee from the kitchen.
They failed to notice that Suvorov's eyes seldom strayed from the digital clock on one wall.
Lugovoy entered the room at 11:20 P.m. and made his routine examination of the analogous data on the President. At 11:38 he turned to Suvorov. "Join me in a glass of port, Captain?"
"Not tonight," Suvorov said, making a pained face. "I have a heavy case of indigestion. I'll settle for a glass of milk later."
"As you wish," Lugovoy said agreeably. "See you at breakfast."
Ten minutes after Lugovoy left, Suvorov noticed a small movement on one of the TV monitors. It was almost imperceptible at first, but then it was caught by one of the psychologists.
"What in hell!" he gasped.
"Something wrong?" asked the other.
"Senator Larimer-he's waking up."
