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"Fast work. Next time I'll wear surgical gloves."
"The FBI was most cooperative."
"I admire competence."
"Did you take anything?"
Pitt shot Victor a sharp look. "No."
"Could anyone else have entered and removed any objects?"
Pitt shook his head. "After I left, the hotel security guards sealed off the gondola. The next person inside was a uniformed police officer."
"Then what did you do?"
"I paid one of the hotel lifeguards to swim out and retrieve my sailboard. He owned a small pickup truck and was kind enough to run me back to the house where I was staying with friends."
"In Miami?"
"Coral Gables."
"Mind if I ask what you were doing in town?"
"I wound up an offshore exploration project for NUMA and decided to take a week's vacation."
"Did you recognize any of the bodies?"
"Not damned likely. I couldn't identify my own father in that condition."
"Any idea who they might be?"
"I assume one of them was Raymond LeBaron."
"You're familiar with the disappearance of the Prosperteer?"
"The news media covered the disappearance in great depth. Only a backwoods recluse could have missed it."
"Any pet theories on where the blimp and its crew were buried for ten days?"
"I haven't a clue."
"Not even a wild idea?" Victor persisted.
"Could be a colossal publicity stunt, a media campaign to promote LeBaron's publishing empire."
Interest grew in Victor's eyes. "Go on."
"Or maybe an ingenious scheme to manipulate LeBaron conglomerate stock prices. Sell large blocks before he disappears and buy when prices tumble afterward. And sell again when they rise during his resurrection."
"How do you explain their deaths?"
"The plot backfired."
"Why?"
"Ask your coroner."
"I'm asking you."
