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"I want two old hands for my crew. They're both on NUMAs payroll. Either I get them or I'll walk."
Sandecker's face clouded. "I've already explained=
"You've got the moon, Admiral, and you're asking for Mars. We've been friends long enough for you to know I don't operate on a halfassed basis. Put the two men I need on leaves of absence too. I don't care how you do it."
Sandecker wasn't angry, wasn't even annoyed. If there was one man in the country who could pull off the unthinkable, it was Pitt. The admiral had no more cards to play, so he folded.
"All right," he said quietly. "You've got them."
"There's one more thing."
"Which is?" Sandecker demanded.
Pitt turned around with a bleak smile. His gaze went from Jessie to the admiral. Then he shrugged and said, "I've never flown a blimp."
"Appears to me you're making an end run behind my back," said Sam Emmett, the outspoken chief of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
The President looked across his desk in the Oval Office and smiled benignly. "You're absolutely right, Sam. I'm doing exactly that."
"I give you credit for laying it on the line."
"Don't get upset, Sam. This in no way reflects any displeasure with you or the FBI."
"Then why can't you tell me what this is all about?" Emmett asked, holding his indignation in check.
"In the first place, it's primarily a foreign affairs matter."
"Has Martin Brogan at CIA been consulted?"
"Martin has not been called in. You have my word on it."
"And in the second place?"
The President was not about to be pushed. "That's my business."
Emmett stiffened. "If the President wishes my resignation--"
"I don't wish anything of the sort," the President cut in. "You're the ablest and best-qualified man to head up the bureau. You've done a magnificent job, and I've always been one of your biggest boosters.
However, if you want to pick up your marbles and go home because you think your vanity has been dented, then go right ahead. Prove me wrong about you."
"But if you don't trust=
"Wait just a damned minute, Sam. Let's not say anything we'll be sorry about tomorrow. I'm not questioning your loyalty or integrity. No one is stabbing you in the bac
k. We aren't talking crime or espionage. This matter doesn't directly concern the FBI or any of the intelligence agencies. The bottom line is that it's you who has to trust me, at least for the next week. Will you do that?"
Emmett's ego was temporarily soothed. He shrugged and then relented. "You win, Mr. President.
Status quo. I'll follow your lead."
The President sighed heavily. "I promise I won't let you down, Sam."
"I appreciate that."
"Good. Now let's start at the beginning. What have you got on the dead bodies from Florida?"
