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le that was big enough to cover several houses。 Crystal chandeliers hung from vaulted ceilings that were covered with figures of cupids and nymphs。 On each side of the room was a row of square…built columns whose sides were carved and covered with gold leaf。
The crowd was a cross section of Boston's powerful and influential。 Fat； red…nosed pols whose bellies strained at the buttons of their rented tuxedos jostled each other for room at the huge center table； which groaned under the weight of Russian delicacies of every description。 At the other exreme； painfully thin women sat at rococo tables and picked at their food as if it were poisoned。 Waspish businessmen gathered in knots to discuss how best to help the wealthy Razov spend his money。 Legions of attorneys； financiers； Beacon Hill lobbyists and staff people flitted from table to table like bees in search of nectar。 At the far end was a dais； but instead of a gold throne it held a band that played a lively Russian folk tune。 The musicians were dressed like Cossacks； Austin noted with disfort。
While Austin and Kaela looked for a place to light； there was a roll of drums from the band。 The public…relations man in the crested blazer took the stage； effusively thanked everyone for ing and said that their host would like to say a few words。 Moments later； a middle…aged man wearing a plain blue suit climbed the stage and took the microphone。 At his heel were two Russian wolfhounds…lean； regal…looking dogs with snow…white fur。
Austin edged closer for a good look at Razov。 The Russian didn't look like an arch villain。 Except for his hatchet…faced profile and deathly pale skin； he was quite ordinary。 Austin reminded himself that history is full of men of unremarkable appearance who have rained unbounded misery on their fellow human beings。 Hitler could have passed as the starving artist he once was。 Roosevelt had called Stalin 〃Uncle Joe；〃 as if he were a kindly old relative instead of a mass murderer。 Razov began to talk。
Speaking English with only a trace of an accent； he said； 〃I wish to thank you all for ing to this party honoring your wonderful city。〃 Gesturing toward the wolfhounds； he said； 〃Sasha and Gorky are very happy to have you here too。〃 The dogs were the ice breakers he wanted them to be。 After the crowd had responded with laughter and applause； the hounds were taken away by a handler。 Razov waved good…bye to the dogs and grinned at the audience。 He spoke in a deep baritone and with an authoritative manner。 He had the gift of appearing to look people directly in the eye。 Within minutes； he had everyone in the room hanging on his every word。 Even the pols had stopped their gluttony to listen。
〃It gives me great pleasure to be here in America's cradle of independence。 Only a few miles from here is Bunker Hill； and a little farther； Lexington； where the shot was fired that was 'heard 'round the world。' Your great institutions of learning and medical centers are legendary。 You have done much to inspire my country； and in return I wish to announce the opening of a Russian trade center that will foster the smooth flow of merce between our two great countries。〃
While Razov was going over the details of his investment； Austin whispered into Kaela's ear。 〃Time for me to poke around。 I'll meet you back at the launch。〃
Kaela squeezed his hand。 〃I'll be waiting；〃 she said。 Austin edged his way toward a side door and stepped out into the coolness of the night。 With most people in the salon listening to Razov speak； the decks were virtually deserted。 He bumped into only one person； a waiter who pressed a plate loaded down with sausages and boneless prime rib into his hand。 Austin was going to throw the plate over the side as soon as the waiter was out of sight； but decided he'd look less conspicuous if he wandered around the boat with the plate in his hands。
He sauntered toward the front of the yacht until he came to a roped…off section。 A sign in English hung from the rope： PRIVATE。 The deck beyond the sign was in darkness。 Razov had kept his strong…arm boys out of sight so as not to scare the guests。 But as Austin was checking the off…limits area； a stocky man with the unmistakable bulge of weapon under his suit walked by。 He saw Austin and said； 〃Is preevat；〃 in a thick Russian accent。
Austin gave him a drunken smile and offered his plate。 〃Sausage？〃
The guard replied with a sour look and kept on his rounds。 Austin waited until he was out of sight and prepared to duck under the rope。 He turned at the sound of a light patter on the deck and saw two white ghosts sprinting in his direction。 Razov's wolfhounds。 Trailing their leashes； they jumped up on his chest and almost knocked him down； then stuck their long curved snouts into the plate he was carrying。 He put the food down on the deck。 The dogs noisily gobbled down the sausages and prime rib； licked the plate clean； then looked up at Austin as if be were holding out on them。
Someone was running toward them。 It was the dogs' trainer。 He said something in Russian that might have been an apology； grabbed the leashes and led the dogs away。 Austin waited until he was once more alone； then ducked under the ropes into the restricted area。 He made his way forward； as silent as a ghost。 With his black outfit he easily melted into the shadows。
After a few minutes； he stopped at a vent that was taller dim he was by a foot。 He reached into his pocket； brought out an object about the size and shape of a Palm Pilot and hit the On button。 The small dial glowed pale green； and a set of numbers appeared。 Yaeger's 〃sniffer〃 was ready to go to work。
An excited Yaeger had called while Austin was getting ready to go to Boston。 〃I think I know how to plug into the yacht's system；〃 Yaeger said。 〃Wi…Fi。〃
Austin no longer blinked at the strange language Yaeger used。 He assumed that puter geniuses like Yaeger were on another planet and sometimes they reverted to their native tongue。 He'd asked for an explanation。 Yaeger said that Wi…Fi was shorthand for the wireless puter networks that were ing into use at major plexes。
〃Say you're running a big hospital；〃 Yaeger explained。 〃You want your people to have access to vital information so that if they're away from their puters on the other side of the building； they don't have to go running back。 You set up a wireless puter network that only covers the building or plex。 The key staff carry laptop puters。 They simply switch them on； tune in to the right frequency and they have instant access to the main system。〃
〃That's very interesting； Hiram； but what's it got to do with our problem？〃
〃Everything。 The Ataman yacht has Wi…Fi。〃
Austin still wasn't sure where Yaeger was going； but Hiram's enthusiasm was contagious。 〃How do you know this？〃
〃It's Max's idea； really。 After we fell flat on our faces trying to decipher Ataman's code； she started to pullout everything she could find on the yacht。 There wasn't a lot； because Ataman built the ship at its yard on the Black Sea。 But the electronics were beyond anything the Russians had； so they bought American equipment and had it installed by a French team。 Max got into the French pany's file。 They set up Wi…Fi for the yacht。〃
〃I can see a hospital using something like that； but why a yacht？〃
〃Think of it； Kurt。 A boat that size is a munity unto itself。 Say you're the purser； and a question on the payroll es up while you're away from your office at the other end of the boat。 You flick on your laptop； and there you have it。 Same thing goes for the chef。 Maybe he's in his cabin and has to check inventory。 Or you're the first mate and you're on break in the mess hall when you need information on who's manning a shift。〃
〃How's this help with our main problem； the missing password？〃
〃The password must be in that ship。 If Max and I could plug directly into the network。 we could take stuff out at our leisure and look closely at it。〃
〃What's stopping you？〃
〃A couple of things。 First of all； the information is bound to be encrypted against unauthorized use。 Second； the wireless signal is a weak one that only covers the yacht itself。 I need somebody to place a 'sniffer' on board。〃
〃You're talking puter weird again。〃
〃Sorry。 A sniffer is simply a device that can tap into the network； pump up the signal and send it to the waiting arms of Max。〃
〃Impressive。 You say the files would be encrypted。 What's to say the code won't stop you again？〃
〃Nothing。 But it's not a dedicated encryption like the one on the mystery ship。 We can e in sideways from different angles。 And besides； Max is determined。〃
〃Nothing like a determined woman； even a cybernetic one。 Where can I pick up these electronic noses？〃
〃There's a NUMA courier on the way over with a package。 Instructions included。〃
The instructions had been simple。 Click the sniffer on； check to make sure it's picking up a signal； then use the magnet attached to the back of the transmitter to attach it。 Yaeger had given him a second sniffer for backup。
Now Austin reached into the vent and placed the sniffer out of sight。 Then he worked his way over to a lifeboat and felt his w