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see a piece of Mexico。〃
〃Frankly；〃 said Giordino； 〃I think it's a stellar concept。〃 He gave Loren a wink and a toothy smile。 〃Dirk is always more congenial when you're around。〃
Pitt put his arm around Loren。 〃If something should go wrong； if this thing blows up in our faces while we're in foreign territory and you're along for the ride； the scandal could ruin your political career。〃
She looked across the table at him brazenly。 〃So the voters throw me out on the streets。 Then I'd have no choice but to marry you。〃
〃A fate worse than listening to a presidential speech；〃 said Giordino； 〃but a good idea just the same。〃
〃Somehow I can't picture us walking down the aisle of the Washington Cathedral；〃 Pitt said thoughtfully； 〃and then setting up housekeeping in some brick townhouse in Georgetown。〃
Loren had hoped for a different reaction； but she knew that Pitt was no ordinary man。 She recalled their first meeting at a lawn party nearly ten years before given by some forgotten former secretary of environment。 There was a magnetism that had drawn her to him。 He was not handsome in the movie star sense； but there was a masculine； no…nonsense air about him that awakened a desire she hadn't experienced with other men。 He was tall and lean。 That helped。 As a congresswoman she had known many wealthy and powerful men； several of them devilishly good…looking。 But here was a man who wore the reputation of an adventurer fortably and cared nothing for power or fame。 And rightly so。 He was the genuine article。
There were no strings attached to their off…and…on ten…year affair。 He had known other women； she had known other men； and yet their bond still held firm。 Any thought of marriage had seemed remote。 Each was already married to his or her job。 But the years had mellowed their relationship； and as a woman Loren knew her biological clock did not have too many ticks left if she wished to have children。
〃It doesn't have to be like that；〃 she said finally。
He sensed her feeling。 〃No；〃 he said affectionately； 〃we can make several major improvements。〃
She gave him a peculiar look。 〃Are you proposing to me？〃
A quiet look deepened his green eyes。 〃Let's just say I was making a suggestion about things to e。〃
〃Can you put us closer to the dominant peak？〃 Sarason asked his brother Charles Oxley； who was at the controls of a small amphibious flying boat。 〃The crest of the lower one is too sharp for our requirements。〃
〃Do you see something？〃
Sarason peered through binoculars out a side window of the aircraft。 〃The island has definite possibilities； but it would help if I knew what sort of landmark to look for。〃
Oxley banked the twin turboprop…engined Baffin CZ410 for a better view of Isla Danzante； a steep…sided； 5…square…kilometer （3…square…mile） rock formation that jutted 400 meters （1312 feet） above the Sea of Cortez just south of the popular resort town of Loreto。 〃Has the right look about it；〃 he mented； staring down。 〃Two small beaches to land boats。 The slopes are honeybed with small caves。 What do you say； brother？〃
Sarason turned and looked at the man in the rear passenger seat。 〃I say the esteemed Professor Moore is still holding out on us。〃
〃You'll be alerted to the proper site when I see it；〃 Moore said curtly。
〃I say we throw the little bastard out the hatch and watch him try to fly；〃 Sarason snapped harshly。
Moore crossed his arms smugly。 〃You do； and you'll never find the treasure。〃
〃I'm getting damned sick of hearing that。〃
〃What about Isla Danzante？〃 asked Oxley。 〃Has it got the right features？〃
Moore snatched the binoculars from Sarason without asking and peered at the broken terrain running across the ridge of the island。 After a few moments； he handed them back and relaxed in his seat with an iced shaker of martinis。 〃Not the one we're looking for；〃 he proclaimed regally。
Sarason clasped his hands tightly to prevent them from strangling Moore。 After a few moments； he regained a degree of posure and turned the page of the same boater's guide that was being used by Pitt。 〃Next search point is Isla Carmen。 Size； one hundred and fifty square kilometers。 Length； thirty kilometers。 Has several peaks rising over three hundred meters。〃
〃That's a pass；〃 announced Moore。 〃Far too large。〃
〃Your speedy response is duly noted；〃 Sarason muttered sarcastically。 〃After that we have Isla Cholla； a small flat…topped rock with a light tower and a few fishing huts。〃
〃Skip that one too；〃 said Moore。
〃Okay； next up is Isla San Ildefonso； six miles offshore east of San Sebastian。〃
〃Size？〃
〃About two and a half square kilometers。 No beaches。〃
〃There has to be a beach；〃 said Moore； taking another slug from his martini shaker。 He swallowed the last few drops and his face took on an expression of deprivation。 〃The Incas could not have landed and unloaded their rafts without a beach。〃
〃After San Ildefonso we e to Bahia Coyote；〃 said Sarason。 〃There we'll have a choice of six islands that are little more than huge rocks rising from the sea。〃
Oxley eased the Baffin amphibian into a slow climb until he reached 700 meters （about 2300 feet）。 Then he set a course due north。 Twenty…five minutes later the bay and the long peninsula that shield it from the Gulf came into view。 Oxley descended and began circling the small rocky islands scattered around the entrance to the bay。
〃Isla Guapa and Isla Bargo are possibilities；〃 observed Sarason。 〃They both rise sharply from the water and have small but open summits。〃
Moore squirmed sideways in his seat and peered down。 〃They don't look promising to me〃 He stopped talking and grabbed Sarason's binoculars again。 〃That island down there。〃
〃Which one？〃 queried Sarason irritably。 〃There are six of them。〃
〃The one that looks like a floating duck looking backward。〃
〃Isla Bargo。 Fits the profile。 Steep walls on three sides； rounded crest。 There is also a small beach in the crook of the neck。〃
〃That's it；〃 Moore said excitedly。 〃That must be it。〃
Oxley was skeptical。 〃How can you be so sure？〃
A curious look crossed Moore's face for a fleeting instant。 〃A gut feeling； nothing more。〃
Sarason snatched back the glasses and studied the island。 〃There； on the crown。 It looks like something carved in the rock。〃
〃Don't pay any attention to that；〃 said Moore； wiping a trickle of sweat from his forehead。 〃It doesn't mean a thing。〃
Sarason was no fool。 Could it be a signpost cut by the Incas to mark the passageway to the treasure； he wondered in silence。
Moore sank back in his seat and said nothing。
〃I'll land and taxi to that little beach；〃 said Oxley。 〃From the air； at least； it looks like a relatively easy climb to the summit。〃
Sarason nodded。 〃Take her down。〃
Oxley made two passes over the water off the island's beach； making certain there were no underwater reefs or rocks that could tear out the bottom of the aircraft。 He came into the wind and settled the plane on the blue sea； striking the light swells and riding them like a speedboat across a choppy lake。 The propellers flashed in the sun as they whipped sheets of spray over the wing。
The plane quickly slowed from the drag of the water as Oxley eased back on the throttles； keeping just enough power to move the plane toward the beach。 Forty…six meters （151 feet） from shore； he extended the wheels into the water。 The tires soon touched and gripped the sandy shelf that sloped toward the island。 Two minutes later the plane rose from a low surf and rolled onto the beach like a dripping duck。
Two fishermen wandered over from a small driftwood shack and gawked at the aircraft as Oxley turned off the ignition switches and the propellers swung to a stop。 The passenger door opened and Sarason stepped down to the white sand beach； followed by Moore and finally Oxley； who locked and secured the door and cargo hatch。 As an added security measure； Samson generously paid the fishermen to guard the plane。 Then they set off on a scarcely defined footpath leading to the top of the island。
At first the trail was an easy hike but then it angled more steeply the closer they came to the summit。 Gulls soared over them； squawking and staring down at the sweating humans through indifferent beady eyes。 Their flight was majestic as they steered by the feathers in their tails； wings outstretched and motionless to catch the warm updrafts。 One particularly curious bird swooped over Moore and splattered his shoulder。
The anthropologist； appearing to suffer from the effects of alcohol and exertion； stared dumbly at his stained shirt； too tired to curse。 Samson； a wide grin on his face； saluted the gull and climbed over a large rock blocking the trail。 Then the blue sea came into view and he looked across the channel to the white sand beach of Playa el Coyote and the Sierra el Cardonal mountains beyond。
Moore had stopped； gasping for air； sweat flowing freely。 He looked on the verge of collapse when Oxley grabbed his hand and heaved him onto the flat top of the summit。
〃Didn't anybody ever tell you booze and rock climbing don't mix？〃
Moore ignored him。 Then suddenly；