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Why? he asked dumbly.Why would they deliberately go to Cuba?

The operator ignored the radar screen and stared intently at the enhanced computer display.Okay, I have a tiny object that's a possible. Nine miles southwest, bearing two-two-two degrees.

Good. She sputtered and spit for a moment and said,I took third in an all-state high school meet.

The operator ignored the radar screen and stared intently at the enhanced computer display.Okay, I have a tiny object that's a possible. Nine miles southwest, bearing two-two-two degrees.

Why? he asked dumbly.Why would they deliberately go to Cuba?

Pitt stopped and dove straight down, touching bottom at what he reckoned was ten feet. He reached out and accidentally brushed one of Jessie's legs as he surfaced. She shrieked, thinking she was being attacked by something big with a triangular fin, unseeing eyes, and a mouth that only a dentist could appreciate.

Pitt and Jessie evaded a prowling Cuban patrol boat and were within a thousand yards of the Cuban shoreline when the battery on the Dasher died. He pulled the drain plugs, and they swam away as the little sport craft slipped under the sea and sank to the bottom. His combat boots were a tight fit and allowed little water to seep inside, so he left them on, well aware they would be essential once he stepped on shore.

Funny man.

They must be lost, muttered Kleist.

The operator ignored the radar screen and stared intently at the enhanced computer display.Okay, I have a tiny object that's a possible. Nine miles southwest, bearing two-two-two degrees.

But it was business as usual for Pitt.In for a penny, in for a pound / It's love that makes the world go round. Only he wasn't in love-- attracted, yes, but not swept away. Curiosity overrode any passionate urge. He could never resist sticking his foot through a door to the unknown. And then there was the lure of the La Dorada treasure. LeBaron's clue was meager, but the statue had to be somewhere in Cuba. The only snag was that he could easily get killed.

Quintana and Kleist straightened and stared at each other in mute astonishment, unable to fully comprehend what they knew to be true. Kleist was the first to ask the inescapable question.

Funny man.

It'll be light soon, she said.

Go to ten.

The operator ignored the radar screen and stared intently at the enhanced computer display.Okay, I have a tiny object that's a possible. Nine miles southwest, bearing two-two-two degrees.

Why? he asked dumbly.Why would they deliberately go to Cuba?

Still nothing.

Go to ten.

Still nothing.

It'll be light soon, she said.

Funny man.

Good. She sputtered and spit for a moment and said,I took third in an all-state high school meet.

The water felt comfortably warm and the waves remained low. An early morning quarter-moon slipped over the horizon two hours ahead of the sun. With the added light Pitt could easily keep Jessie in view. She coughed as if she had taken in some water but appeared to be treading without effort.

Pitt stopped and dove straight down, touching bottom at what he reckoned was ten feet. He reached out and accidentally brushed one of Jessie's legs as he surfaced. She shrieked, thinking she was being attacked by something big with a triangular fin, unseeing eyes, and a mouth that only a dentist could appreciate.

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