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driver, a young athletic prep-school type, stood back as if afraid to interfere with the two hard-core types who handled the heavy suitcases and duffel bags as lightly as pillows. "What's the plan?" Pitt asked the driver.
"Dinner with Admiral Sandecker at his club."
"Admiral who?" asked Lily.
"Sandecker," answered Giordino. "Our boss at NUMA. We must have done something right. It's a rare treat when he pops for a meal."
"Not to mention an invitation to the John Paul Jones Club," added Pitt.
"Exclusive?"
Giordino nodded. "A depository for rusty old naval officers with bilge water in their bladders."
It was dark when the driver finally turned into a quiet residential street in Georgetown. Five blocks later he eased the car onto a gravel drive and stopped beneath the portico of a red-brick Victorian mansion.
In the entrance hall a short gamecock of a man stepped across the carpet dressed in a tailored silk suit with a vest. He moved in rapid, energetic steps like a cat sneaking through a door crack. His features were sharp and always rem-linded. Pitt noticed the deep red hair on his head connected to a meticulously ed Van Dyke beard. His eyes seemed filled with spit and vinegar.
Admiral James Sandecker was not the kind to creep into a room; he took it by storm.
"Good to see you boys back," he snapped in a tone more official than friendly. "I hear your ancient ship discovery may change the history books. The news media is giving it a big play."
"We had a few lucky breaks," said Pitt. "May I present Dr. Lily Sharp.
Lily, Admiral James Sandecker."
Sandecker beamed like a lighthouse when he was in the presence of an attractive woman, and he went luminous for Lily. "Doctor, you have to be the loveliest lady to ever honor these walls."
"I'm happy to see your club shows no discrimination against females."
"Not because the membership is open-said Giordino slyly. "Most women would rather get a tetanus shot than come here and hear old derelicts rehash the wars."
on toward Sandecker shot Giordino a withering stare.
Lily looked at the two men, puzzled. She thought perhaps she was caught in the middle of a long-standing feud.
Pitt forced back a laugh, but couldn't suppress a smile. He'd witnessed the give-and-take for ten years. Everyone close to them knew Giordino and Sandecker were the warmest of friends.
Lily decided to make a tactical retreat. "If one of you gentlemen will point out the ladies room, I'll freshen up."
Sandecker gestured up a hallway. "First door on the right. Please take your time." As soon as she had left, the admiral motioned Pitt and Giordino into a small sitting room and closed the door. "I have to leave for a meeting with the Secretary of the Navy in an hour. This will be our only chance to talk in private so I'll have to make it quick before Dr. Sharp returns. Let me begin by saying you did a damned fine job finding the Soviet sub and then clamping a lid on it. The President was most pleased when he received the news and asked me to thank you."
"When do we start?" asked Giordino.
"Start what?"
"A covert underwater salvage operation on the sub."
"Our intelligence people insist it be put on hold. Their scheme is to feed Soviet agents misleading information. Make it appear any further search is a waste of taxpayers' money, and we've written it off as a lost cause."
"for how long?" Pitt asked.
"Maybe a year. Whatever time it takes for the mission project people to draw up plans and construct the equipment for the project."
Pitt stared at the admiral suspiciously. "I get the feeling we won't be included."
"Dead on," Sandecker said flatly. "As they say at the police precinct, you're off the case."
"I have a more important job for you two characters."
