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"How was that?" asked Renee.
"They thought that seeing a woman on the deck in a bikini would attract them close enough to be attacked and captured."
"That was their only motive in keeping you alive?" asked Pitt doubtfully.
She nodded silently.
"Do have any idea of who they were or where they came from?"
"They were local Nicaraguan bandits turned pirates. My husband and I had been warned not to sail through this area, but the sea along the coast looked peaceful."
"Odd that local pirates knew how to fly a helicopter," Renee muttered under her breath.
"How many boats did they capture and destroy using your yacht?" Pitt pressed Rita.
"Three that I'm aware of. Once the crew was murdered and the boat ransacked for valuables, it was scuttled."
"Where were you when we collided with your yacht?" inquired Renee.
"So that's what happened?" she answered vaguely. "I was locked in my cabin. I heard sounds of explosions and gunfire. Then came a great shock and the boat shuddered, followed by fire. The last thing I remember before I blacked out was the wall of my cabin crashing in around me. When I woke up, I was here on your boat."
"Do you recall anything else leading up to the collision and fire?"
Rita shook her head slowly back and forth. "Nothing. They held me prisoner in my cabin and only let me out when they were preparing to capture another vessel."
"Why the hologram of the pirate ship?" asked Renee. "That seemed more like a gimmick to keep boats out of the area than an act of piracy."
Rita looked uncomprehending. "Hologram? I'm not even sure what one is."
Pitt smiled inwardly. He saw little cause not to believe that Rita Anderson was fabricating a wild story. Renee was right. Rita's makeup hardly looked like it belonged on a woman who had seen her husband murdered and had been cruelly dealt with by pirates. The beige-rose lipstick with lip gloss was too precisely applied, the eyes defined with a deep chestnut liner and a shimmer highlighter on the brow--all spelled a life of elegance. He decided to go for the jugular, watching closely for a reaction.
"What is your connection with Odyssey?" he said suddenly.
At first, she didn't get it. Then it began to dawn on her that these people were no innocent fishermen. "I don't know what you're talking about," she hedged.
"Wasn't your husband an employee of the Odyssey conglomerate?"
"Why do you ask?" she threw out, stalling while she came back on keel.
"Your boat bore the same image of a horse as the Odyssey logo."
The immaculately plucked and penciled eyebrows pinched fractionally. She was good, Pitt thought, very good. She didn't faze easily.
He began to realize that Rita was no mundane wife of a rich man. She was comfortable being in command, with power to wield. He was amused as she made a flank attack and tried to turn the tables.
"Who are you people?" Rita suddenly demanded. "You're not fishermen."
"No," Pitt said slowly, with effect. "We're with the United States National Underwater and Marine Agency on a scientific expedition to find the source of the brown crud."
He might as well have slapped her in the face. The calm composure abruptly fell away. Before she could stop herself, she blurted, "Not possible. You're--" She caught herself and her voice trailed off.
"Supposed to be dead from the explosion in Bluefields Channel," Pitt finished for her.
"You knew?" Renee gasped, moving toward the bed as if to strangle Rita.
"She knew," Pitt agreed, gently taking Renee by the arm and restraining her.
"But why?" Renee demanded. "What did we do to deserve a horrible death?"
