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“So how did he do it?”
“I don’t know. I guess the best way was to get to the river. If he went by road or even through the fields and forest the scent dogs could follow him. Water nearly always makes a clean escape, but you have to get to it first. And I’m sure they had a lot of guards back then.”
“I’m sure they did, above ground,” she said.
“Above ground?”
“Sean, that line may represent a tunnel, right into Camp Peary. Or in Heinrich Fuchs’ case, a tunnel right out of Camp Peary, and freedom. A tunnel is a pretty popular way of breaking out of prison.”
“But why would Monk go to all that trouble to get a map of a tunnel leading into Camp Peary? He was killed.”
“They didn’t kill him in the tunnel. They must have caught him after he got out of the tunnel. They might not know anything about it.”
“That doesn’t answer why he would risk going in the tunnel in the first place.”
Horatio spoke up. “Maybe Fuchs told him about something there. Something located at Camp Peary. Something, I don’t know, something valuable.”
“This all sounds crazy, Michelle, but the discovery of this map provides us with one very critical thing: a way to get into Camp Peary.”
“So you really do think Viggie’s there?”
“Even if she isn’t, we might be able to find out something important. Important enough to use it as leverage with those people so they’ll release Viggie.”
“But what if I’m wrong and they do know about the tunnel?”
Sean looked at the other two solemnly as he carefully folded up the map. “Then I’m afraid we’re dead.”
CHAPTER
77
THEY DECIDED TO TAKE THE BOAT downriver to pick up the equipment that Sean had ordered for their assault on Camp Peary. After that Sean led them on a detour to see South Freeman. Arch, Virginia, wasn’t on the river, so they had to dock the boat at an old pier and hike about a half-mile inland. Sean used Michelle’s cell phone to call ahead and although it was late they found South seated at his desk smoking a cigarette as usual, his hands flying over the keyboard. “Girl disappears from Babbage Town. It’s all over the place. Hot stuff. And even better it’s Monk Turing’s little girl. Gonna bring out a special edition. Make my whole life and please tell me it’s got something to do with the spooks across that river.”
“It has something to do with a little girl who might be dead,” Michelle said severely. “Do you journalists ever stop and think about that?”
He stopped typing, wheeled around in his chair and scowled at her. “Hey, I got nothing against that child. I pray they find her safe and sound and arrest whoever took her. But news is news.”
Michelle looked away in disgust.
Sean said, “South, was there any talk of something valuable over at Camp Peary? I mean back when the Navy operated it during the Second World War?”
“Valuable? Not that I can recall. Except for the old neighborhoods and the CIA’s facilities, it’s just woods, mostly, and a few ponds. Why?”
Sean looked disappointed. “I was hoping you’d say there was buried treasure there, you know from a ship sinking or something.”
Freeman cracked a smile. “Well, now there is a legend about that, but trust me, it’s a load of bull.”
Horatio said, “Tell us about it, South.”
“Why? You sure as hell can’t get to it if it’s at Camp Peary.”
“Humor us,” Sean said.
Freeman leaned back in his chair and settled down to tell his tale. “Well, this takes us back, way back, into colonial times, in fact.”
“Can you just get to the point?” Michelle snapped impatiently.
He jerked up straight. “Hey, lady, I don’t have to tell you a damn thing!”
