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Rita would say no more. The expression on her face altered from surprise to anger mixed with hatred. Renee would have loved to have rammed her fist into Rita's face. "What will we do with her?"
"Nothing," Pitt replied with a slight shrug. He knew he could no longer bluff Rita. She had said all she was going to say. "Keep her locked in the cabin until we reach Costa Rica. I'll have Rudi call ahead and have the local law authorities waiting on the dock to take her into custody."
Exhaustion crept up on Pitt. He was dead tired, but so were the others. He had one more chore to perform before he could catch a short catnap. He looked around for the lounge chair, but remembered Renee had thrown it overboard. He stretched out on the deck that had been cleared of the phony fishing gear, leaned his back against a bulwark and dialed his Globalstar tri-mode s
atellite phone.
Sandecker sounded angered. "Why haven't I heard from you people before now?"
"We've been busy," Pitt muttered. Then he spent the next twenty minutes bringing the admiral up to speed. Sandecker patiently listened without interruption until Pitt ended by relating his conversation with Rita Anderson.
"What could Specter possibly have to do with any of this?" Sandecker's voice sounded confused.
"At the moment, my best guess is that he has a secret he wants to keep and will murder the crew of any boat that stumbles into his realm."
"I've heard they have construction contracts with the Red Chinese throughout Nicaragua and Panama."
"Loren mentioned the same connection over dinner the other night."
"I'll order an investigation into Odyssey's activities," said Sandecker.
"You might also check out Rita and David Anderson and a yacht named Epona."
"I'll put Yaeger on it first thing."
"It will be interesting to see how this woman ties in to this thing."
"Did you discover a source of the brown crud?"
"We homed in on the position where it's rising from the seafloor."
"Then it looks like a natural phenomenon?"
"Patrick Dodge doesn't think so." Pitt stifled a yawn. "He claims there is no way the mineral ingredients that make up the crud can rise up from the bottom like it was shot out of a cannon. He says it has to be an artificial upwelling. There must be something nasty going on here that borders on The Twilight Zone."
"Then we're back to square one," said Sandecker.
"Not quite," Pitt said quietly. "I have a little expedition of my own I'd like to carry out."
"I've sent a NUMA jet transport to the airport near the Rio Colorado Lodge with a crew to patch up Poco Bonito before they sail it north. Gunn, Dodge and Ford will be transported back to Washington. I'd like you and Al to join them."
"The job isn't finished."
Sandecker didn't argue. He'd learned long ago that Pitt's judgment was generally on the money. "What is your plan?"
Pitt stared across the sea toward the green forested coastal mountain ranges rising beyond white sandy beaches. "I think a cruise up the San Juan River to Lake Nicaragua might be in order."
"What do you expect to find so far from the sea and the brown crud?"
"Answers," Pitt answered, his mind already traveling upriver. "Answers to this whole mess."
PART THREE
From Odyssey to Odyssey
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August 23, 2006 Navidad Bank
