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〃I'm sorry about your brother；〃 Sarason said without emotion。
〃I can't believe he's gone；〃 muttered Chaco； strangely unmoved。 〃His death doesn't seem possible。 The elimination of the archaeologists should have been a simple affair。〃
〃To say your people bungled the job is an understatement；〃 said Sarason。 〃I warned you those two divers from NUMA were dangerous。〃
〃My brother did not expect organized resistance by an army。〃
〃An army of one man；〃 Sarason said acidly。 〃I observed the action from a tomb。 A lone sniper atop the temple killed the officers and held off two squads of your intrepid mercenaries； while his panion overpowered the pilots and mandeered their helicopter。 Your brother paid dearly for his overconfidence and stupidity。〃
〃How could a pair of divers and a juvenile group of archaeologists scourge a highly trained security force？〃 Chaco asked in bewilderment。
〃If we knew the answer to that question； we might learn how they knocked the pursuing helicopter out of the air。〃
Chaco stared at him。 〃They can still be stopped。〃
〃Forget it。 I'm not about to pound the disaster by destroying a U。S。 government ship and all on board。 The damage is already done。 According to my sources in Lima； full exposure； including Miller's murder； was municated to President Fujimori's office by Dr。 Kelsey soon after she boarded the ship。 By this evening； the story will be broadcast all over the country。 The Chachapoyan end of our operation is a washout。〃
〃We can still bring the artifacts out of the valley。〃 The recent demise of Chaco's brother had not fully pushed aside his greed。
Sarason nodded。 〃I'm ahead of you。 A team is on its way to remove whatever pieces survived the rocket attack launched by those idiots under your brother's mand。 It's a miracle we still have something to show for our efforts。〃
〃I believe there is a good possibility a clue to the Drake quipu may still be found in the City of the Dead。〃
〃The Drake quipu。〃 Sarason repeated the words with a faraway look in his eyes。 Then he shrugged。 〃Our organization is already working on another angle for the treasure。〃
〃What of Amaru？ Is he still alive？〃
〃Unfortunately； yes。 He'll live the rest of his days as a eunuch。〃
〃Too bad。 He was a loyal follower。〃
Sarason sneered。 〃Loyal to whoever paid him best。 Tupac Amaru is a sociopathic killer of the highest order。 When I ordered him to abduct Miller and hold him prisoner until we concluded the operation； he put a bullet in the good doctor's heart and threw him in the damned sinkhole。 The man has the mind of a rabid dog。〃
〃He may still prove useful；〃 said Chaco slowly。
〃Useful； how？〃
〃If I know his mind； he'll swear vengeance on those responsible for his newly acquired handicap。 It might be wise to unleash him on Dr。 Kelsey and the diver called Pitt to prevent them from being used by international customs investigators as informants。〃
〃We'd be skating on thin ice if we turned a crazy man like him loose。 But I'll keep your suggestion in mind。〃
Chaco went on。 〃What plans do the Solpemachaco have for me？ I am finished here。 Now that my countrymen will know I have betrayed their trust with regard to our historical treasures； I could spend the rest of my life in one of our filthy prisons。〃
〃A foregone conclusion。〃 Sarason shrugged。 〃My sources also revealed that the local police have been ordered to pick you up。 They should arrive within the hour。〃
Chaco looked at Sarason for a long moment； then said slowly 〃I am a scholar and a scientist； not a hardened criminal。 There is no telling how much I might reveal during lengthy interrogation； perhaps even torture。〃
Sarason suppressed a smile at the veiled threat。 〃You are a valuable asset we cannot afford to lose。 Your expertise and knowledge of ancient Andean cultures is second to none。 Arrangements are being made for you to take over our collection facilities in Panama。 There you will direct the identification； cataloguing； and restoration operations on all artifacts we either purchase from the local huagueros or acquire under the guise of academic archaeological projects throughout South America。〃
Chaco suddenly looked wolfish。 〃I'm flattered。 Of course I accept。 Such an important position must pay well。〃
〃You will receive two percent of the price the artifacts bring at our auction houses in New York and Europe。〃
Chaco was too far down the rungs of the organizational ladder to be privy to the inner secrets of the Solpemachaco； but he well knew the network； and its profits were vast。 〃I will need help getting out of the country。〃
〃Not to worry；〃 said Sarason。 〃You'll acpany me。〃 He nodded out a window at the ominous black aircraft sitting outside the motor home； the big threebladed rotors slowly beating the air at idle。 〃In that aircraft we can be in Bogota； Colombia； within four hours。〃
Chaco couldn't believe his luck。 One minute he was a step away from disgrace and prison for defrauding his government； the next he was on his way to being an extremely wealthy man。 The memory of his sibling was rapidly fading； they were only half…brothers and had never been close anyway。 While Sarason patiently waited； Chaco quickly gathered some personal items and stuffed them in a suitcase。 Then the two men walked out to the aircraft together。
Juan Chaco never lived to see Bogota； Colombia。 Farmers tilling a field of sweet potatoes near an isolated village in Ecuador paused to look up in the sky at the strange droning sound of the tilt…rotor as it passed overhead 500 meters （1600 feet） above the ground。 Suddenly； in what seemed a horror fantasy； they caught sight of the body of a man dropping away from the aircraft。 The farmers could also clearly see that the unfortunate man was alive。 He frantically kicked his legs and clawed madly at the air as if he could somehow slow his plunging descent。
Chaco struck the ground in the middle of a small corral occupied by a scrawny cow； missing the startled animal by only 2 meters。 The farmers came running from their field and stood around the crushed body that was embedded nearly half a meter into the soil。 Simple countryfolk； they did not send a runner to the nearest police station over 60 kilometers （37 miles） to the west。 Instead； they reverently lifted the broken remains of the mysterious man who had dropped from the sky and buried him in a small graveyard beside the ruins of an old church； unlamented and unknown； but embellished in myth for generations yet to e。
The top of Shannon's head was wrapped turban style with a towel； her hair still wet after a hot blissful bath in the captain's cabin。 She had allowed the Peruvian female students to go first before luxuriating in the steaming water while sipping wine and eating a chicken sandwich thoughtfully provided by Pitt from the ship's galley。 Her skin glowed all over and smelled of lavender soap after washing the sweat and grime out of her pores and the jungle mud from under her nails。 One of the shorter crewmen； who was close to her size； lent her a pair of coveralls。 The only female crew member； a marine geologist； had used most of her wardrobe to reclothe the Peruvian girls。 As soon as Shannon was dressed she promptly threw the swimsuit and the dirty blouse in a trash container。 They held memories she'd just as soon forget。
After drying and brushing out her hair； she sneaked a bit of Captain Stewart's aftershave lotion。 Why is it； she wondered； men never use talcum powder after they shower？ She was just tying her long hair in a braid when Pitt knocked on the door。 They stood there for a moment staring at each other before breaking into laughter。
〃I hardly recognized you；〃 she said； taking in a clean and shaven Pitt wearing a brightly flowered Hawaiian aloha shirt and light tan slacks。 He was not what you'd call devilishly good…looking； she thought； but any flaws in his craggy face were more than offset by a masculine magnetism she found hard to resist。 He was even more tanned than she was； and his black； wavy hair was a perfect match for the incredibly green eyes。
〃We don't exactly look like the same two people；〃 he said with an engaging smile。 〃How about a tour of the ship before dinner？〃
〃I'd like that。〃 Then she gave him an appraising look。 〃I thought I was supposed to bunk down in your cabin。 Now I find out the captain has generously offered me his。〃
Pitt shrugged。 〃The luck of the draw； I guess。〃
〃You're a fraud； Dirk Pitt。 You're not the lecher you make yourself out to be。〃
〃I've always believed intimacy should be drifted into gradually。〃
She suddenly felt uneasy。 It was as though his piercing eyes could read her mind。 He seemed to sense there was someone else。 She forced a smile and wrapped her arm around his。 〃Where shall we begin？〃
〃You're speaking of the tour； of course。〃
〃What else？〃
The Deep Fathom was a state…of…the…art scientific work boat； and she looked it。 Her official designation was Super…Seismic Vessel。 She was primarily designed for deep ocean geophysical research； but she could also undertake a myriad of other subsea activities。 Her giant stern and side cranes； with their huge winches； could be