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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.

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.

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

I didn't know Wyoming had a swimming pool.

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.

All the more reason to make shore and find cover.

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.

How's your backstroke? he asked.

Oh, God, it was you she groaned in dazed fright.

The tide is running in our favor, so let's get moving before it turns.

She had not offered a reason for forcing him to turn for Cuba, and Pitt had not asked. He didn't have to be clairvoyant to know she had a definite purpose in mind that went beyond mere insanity. This lady had very definite ideas and the stubbornness to back them up. He could have disarmed her by capsizing the Dasher during a fast turn on the down slope of a wave, and he was also reasonably certain she wouldn't have pulled the trigger if he had refused.

How's your backstroke? he asked.

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.

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.

Quiet he rasped.You'll alert every guard patrol for miles.

The tide is running in our favor, so let's get moving before it turns.

They must be lost, muttered Kleist.

What about sharks?

Go to ten.

They must be lost, muttered Kleist.

Quiet he rasped.You'll alert every guard patrol for miles.

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

I didn't know Wyoming had a swimming pool.

They must be lost, muttered Kleist.

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