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"Yes?"
"Sandecker. Can you come up to my office?"
"Five minutes, Admiral."
"Try for two."
Admiral James Sandecker was the director of the National Underwater and Marine Agency. A man in his late fifties, he was of short stature, his body thin and stringy but hard as armor plating. The straight hair and Vandyke beard were blaze red. A fitness freak, he adhered to a strict exercise regimen. His naval career was distinguished more by hardnosed efficiency than sea combat tactics. And though he wasn't popular in Washington social circles, politicians respected him for his integrity and organizational ability.
The admiral greeted Pitt's entry into his office with nothing more than a curt nod, then gestured to a woman sitting in a leather chair across the room.
"Dirk, I understand you've met Mrs. Jessie LeBaron."
She looked up and smiled, but it was an ingratiating smile. Pitt bowed slightly and pressed her hand.
"Sorry," he said indifferently. "I'd rather forget I know Mrs. LeBaron."
Sandecker's eyebrows pinched together. "Am I missing something?"
"My fault," said Jessie, staring into Pitt's eyes but seeing only green ice. "I was very rude to Mr. Pitt last night. I hope he accepts my apology and forgives my bad manners."
"You needn't act so formal, Mrs. LeBaron. Since we're old pals, I won't throw a tantrum if you call me Dirk. As to forgiving you, how much is it going to cost me?"
"My intent was to hire you," she replied, ignoring the gibe.
He gave Sandecker a bemused look. "Strange, I had this funny idea I worked for NUMA."
"Admiral Sandecker has kindly consented to release you for a few days, providing, of course, you're agreeable," she added.
"To do what?"
"To look for my husband."
"No deal."
"May I ask why?"
"I have other projects."
"You won't work for me because I'm a woman. Is that it?"
"Sex has no bearing on my decision. Let's just say I don't work for someone I can't respect."
There was an embarrassed silence. Pitt looked at the admiral. The lips were turned down in a grimace, but the eyes fairly twinkled. The old bastard was enjoying this, he thought.
"You've misjudged me, Dirk." Jessie's face was flushed in confusion, but her eyes were hard as crystal.
"Please." Sandecker raised both hands. "Let's call a truce. I suggest you two get together some evening and have it out over dinner."
Pitt and Jessie stared at each other for a long moment. Then Pitt's mouth slowly spread in a wide infectious smile. "I'm willing, providing I pay."
Despite herself Jessie had to smile too. "Allow me some self-respect. Let's split the bill?"
"Done."
"Now we can get on with the business at hand," Sandecker said in his no-nonsense way. "Before you arrived, Dirk, we were discussing theories on Mr. LeBaron's disappearance."
Pitt looked at Jessie. "There is no doubt in your mind that the bodies in the blimp were not those of Mr. LeBaron and his crew?"
