“I quite understand, sir, Sara said, looking at the admiral again.
“Anything we can do, Commander, the president said, “say the word.
Sara smiled her bright, shiny smile and took the offer for what it was, a politeness, a courtesy, meaningless.
And then, halfway through the door, she turned. “Mr. President?
He looked up from his desk, around which more flunkies had begun to gather like moths to a flame. “Yes, Commander?
“There is something you could do for me.
The admiral put his hand on Saras elbow. She shook it off.
The president missed these cues and smiled at them both. He really would like to do something for her. Yes, a nice man. “Whats that, Commander?
“Fire your CIA director, Sara said. “Hes too dumb to live.
In the car, the admiral said heavily, “You just kissed your two-eighty goodbye, Commander.
“Yes, sir, Sara said.
“Ill do what I can, but
“Yes, sir.
AUGUST
LONDON
THE BRITISH AIRWAYS 747 taxied up to the gate at Heathrow, and passengers, weary from five hours of sitting with their knees jammed up against the seatback in front of them, began to disembark, stumbling a little from sheer exhaustion.
Sara went through immigration, where the officer raised his eyebrows when he saw her Coast Guard identification. “A sailor, are you? he said as he stamped her passport and handed it back to her.
“I was, she said.
She got her luggage and walked unmolested through customs. At the arrivals gate, she paused, looking around. She had been told that she would be met.
“Hi, Sara.
She turned. “Hugh. She felt a glad rush, and put her face up to be kissed. He looked like she felt, older and by some indefinable measure less idealistic, as if he had lost his innocence.
He, too, was leaning on a cane. “Look, he said, holding it up. “Matching outfits.
“I thought you were in D.C. lobbying for a transfer to the U.S. embassy in London, she said. “What are you doing here?
“Im meeting my wife. I told your office Id pick you up. He looked at her epaulets and whistled. “A full commander now, I see. Congratulations.
“Thanks.
“Ive got a taxi. I bribed a security guard to let it wait for us out front. This way. He gestured with his cane. “So, he said, “the nations representative to the International Maritime Organization. Thats pretty impressive.
“I wanted a ship, she said.
“You always want a ship, Sara, he said, holding the door.
The sun was shining outside, warm on their faces.
“Here, he said, stopping by a black London taxi. The driver got out and helped stow her bags.
“This is going to cost a fortune, she said.
“Thats okay. Ive got plenty of money, he said.
She looked at him. “Since when?
“Since I quit and cashed out my retirement.
They climbed into the cab and settled in behind their luggage. “Where to, mates? the driver said looking in the rearview mirror, and Hugh gave him an address. “Righto, the driver said happily, and they pulled into traffic.
All Sara could think to say was, “Why, Hugh? It was your dream job.
“Not much point in working for them if they wont listen to me. Be cause, as you know, Im always right.
Another ghost of a smile. Encouraged, he said ruefully, “Besides, wasnt getting all kinds of encouragement to hang around. The director seemed suddenly to have taken a dislike to me. I cant understand it myself, but there it is.
“What are you going to do?
He smiled at her. “Ill think of something. He changed the subject. “Is it true that you told the president to shove it?
She was honestly shocked. “No! Where did you hear that?
“The OReilly Factor.
She relaxed. “Oh. Well. Consider the source.
“Also the New York Times, the Washington Post, the Chicago Tribune, the
She waved a hand. “Okay. Okay. I may have said a little something.
He nodded, as if she had confirmed something he already knew. “And, he said softly, “it cost you your ship. He looked at her. “Defending me.
She looked out at the passing fields, at the airplanes above lining up for final approach into Heathrow. “Where are we going?
This time he let her change the subject. “Ive found a flat in Kensington.
“That was quick.
“I sublet it from a Brit, a diplomatic type who got transferred to South Africa. Its not very big, but its got all the modern conveniences, and its a short bus ride from your office.
Sheep and cows and horses flashed by, their noses buried in the lush green grass. She rolled down the window and breathed deeply of the aromas of manure and airplane exhaust. No salt tang to the air here.
At least she was on an island. She would never be far away from the sea.
“About the flat, Hugh said.
She turned to meet his eyes. “What about it?
“I was thinking, he said, “that we could share it.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I
COULD NOT HAVE WRITTEN this novel without the sixteen days I spent on patrol on the United States Coast Guard medium endurance cutter Alex Haley in the Bering Sea in February 2004. My entirely inadequate thanks to Commander Craig Barkley Lloyd and his superb crew for putting up with my colossal ignorance and my million questions. It was an honor, a privilege, and a joy to be on board.
Going above and beyond the call, Commander Lloyd and CPO Marshalena Delaney fact-checked the manuscript. Aviator Lieutenant Dan Leary helped me get the vertical insertion right after I horrified both him and Commander Lloyd with the suggestion of a controlled crash. Any errors which remain, by accident or design, are mine alone.
My infinite gratitude goes to my editor, Kelley Ragland, who took this manuscript out to the woodshed and beat all the errors in chronology and character out of it. A good editors price is far above rubies.
My thanks also to my agent, Rich Henshaw, who kept insisting I write a thriller. Now that I have, maybe hell leave me alone.
I first read about modern pirates in Richard Halliburtons The Royal Road to Romance, and much later in John McPhees Looking for a Ship. William Langewiesches “Anarchy at Sea in the September 2003 Atlantic Monthly was an invaluable overview of what is happening on the worlds oceans today, as was his book, The Outlaw Sea.
Peter Landesmans “Arms and the Man in the August 17, 2003, New York Times was an excellent introduction to the international arms trade. Especially helpful on the subject of North and South Korea were Jonathan Kandells “Korea: A House Divided in the July 2003 Smithsonian magazine and Philip Gourevitchs “Alone in the Dark in the September 8, 2003, New Yorker magazine.
Kieran Mulvaneys The Whaling Season is a matter-of-fact first-person account of the Greenpeace fight to end commercial whaling, and Kieran was kind enough to answer more of my questions. Special Agent Eric Gonzales of the Federal Bureau of Investigation helped me understand much about the FBIs antiterrorism efforts, both foreign and domestic. Robert R. Kresge (CIA, retired) provided insight into the workings of the Central Intelligence Agency.
Researcher Sherry Merryman helped get me started on all of the above. Thanks to Chris Carlson and Jo Carlson for naming the Sunrise Warrior. Jim Kemper, worlds greatest meteorologist, conjured me up yet another magnificent and terrifying Aleutian storm. USCG Commander Robert Forgit briefed me on USCG operations in Anchorage and introduced me to Port of Anchorage operations manager Stuart Greydanus, who gave me the dollar-and-a-quarter tour, after which I repaid them by doing my best to blow it up, fortunately only in fiction. Chief Engineer Bruce Sherman toured me over the CSX Anchorage twice, which he may not be pleased to know helped my pirates no end.
Special thanks go to librarian Nancy Clark, who found me the perfect ordnance, and to marine pilot Don Ryan, whose
help with the bang-bang part of the kiss-kiss-bang-bang ending was inspired and invaluable. It is safe to say that I wouldnt have been as successful at nearly destroying Elmendorf and Anchorage without them.
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