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"Neither are you," Pitt said, smiling, as he put his arm around Giordino's shoulder. "Let me know if you need a hand."
"You'd only get in the way. I'll have things under control in another couple of hours."
Then Pitt entered the pilothouse. "We can get under way now, Rudi. Our patch seems to be working."
"Lucky for us the computerized navigation controls survived intact. I've programmed in a course for Barra del Colorado in Costa Rica. An old naval buddy of mine retired down there and lives next to a sport-fishing lodge. We can tie up at his dock and make the necessary repairs for the trip across the sea to the NUMA boatyard at Fort Lauderdale."
"A wise choice." Pitt gestured toward the huge and mysterious containership across the water. "We might find trouble if we run in there. Better safe than sorry."
"You're right. Once Nicaraguan authorities find out we sank a yacht in their backyard, we'd all be arrested." He dabbed a cloth at a trickle of blood that was oozing from a cut on one cheek. "What's the story on the woman you rescued?"
"Soon as she's conscious, I'll find out."
"Do you want to contact the admiral and give him a report, or should I?"
"I'll take care of it." Pitt entered the galley and sat down at a computer used by the crew mostly for entertainment, e-mail home and occasional research on the Internet via satellite. He typed in the name of the yacht, Epona, and waited. Within a minute, an image of a horse and a brief description came on the screen. Pitt absorbed it in his memory, shut down the terminal and left the galley.
He met Renee in the passageway separating the cabins. "How's she doing?"
"If it was up to me, I'd throw her arrogant ass into the sea."
"That bad?"
"Worse. Within seconds of coming awake, she began giving me a hard time. Not only is she demanding, but she only speaks in Spanish." Renee paused to smile smugly. "It's an act."
"How can you tell?"
"My mother was an Ybarra. I speak better Spanish than our guest."
"She won't reply in English?" asked Pitt.
Renee shook her head. "Like I said, it's an act. She wants us to believe she was only a poor Mexican who slaved in the galley. Her makeup and designer bikini are dead giveaways. This broad has class. She's no scullery maid."
Pitt pulled his old .45 Colt from a holster on his belt. "Let me play Let's Make a Deal with her." He stepped into the cabin with the mystery guest, approached her and gently pushed the muzzle against her nose. "I'm sorry to have to kill you, sweet stuff, but we can't leave any witnesses around. You understand."
The amber-brown eyes flew wide and crossed, staring at the gun. Her lips suddenly trembled as she felt the cold, hard barrel and looked into Pitt's inscrutable green eyes. "No, no, please!" she cried out in English. "Don't kill me! I have money. Let me live and I'll make you rich."
Pitt looked up at Renee, who was standing with her mouth open, not completely certain whether Pitt was not actually going to shoot the woman. "Do you want to be rich, Renee?"
Renee caught onto the game and came on stage. "We already have a ton of gold hidden aboard the boat."
"Don't forget the rubies, emeralds and diamonds," chided Pitt.
"We might find it in our hearts not to feed her to the sharks for a couple of days if she tells us about the fake pirate ship, and why the pirates chased us half the night so they could murder all of us and sink our boat."
"Yes. Yes, please!" the woman gasped. "I can only tell you what I know!"
Pitt saw a strange glint in her eyes that did not indicate trust. "We're listening."
"The yacht belonged to my husband and me," she began. "We were on a cruise from Savannah through the Panama Canal and up to San Diego, when we were approached by what we thought was an innocent fishing boat whose captain asked for medical supplies so they could treat an injured crewman. Unfortunately, my husband, David, fell for the ruse and before we could react, the pirates had boarded our boat."
"Before we continue," said Pitt, "my name is Dirk Pitt and this is Renee Ford."
"I'm rude for not thanking you for saving me. I'm Rita Anderson."
"What happened to your husband and crew?"
"They were murdered and their bodies thrown in the sea. I was spared because they thought I would be useful in luring passing boats."
