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vernment。 They're shrewd； and they're cunning。 Except in rare cases； they never deal with their clients on a direct face…to…face basis。 Whenever we get close； they pull into their shells and throw up a wall of expensive attorneys to block our investigations。〃
〃Have you had any luck at all？〃 asked Sandecker。
〃We've picked off a few of the small dealers who operate on their own；〃 replied Ragsdale。 〃And both our agencies have recovered substantial numbers of stolen goods。 Some during shipment； some from buyers； who almost never do jail time because they claim they didn't know the pieces they bought were stolen。 What we've recovered is only a trickle。 Without solid evidence we can't stem the main flow of illegal objects。〃
〃Sounds to me like you fellows are outgunned and outclassed；〃 said Sandecker。
Ragsdale nodded。 〃We'd be the first to admit it。〃
Sandecker silently rocked back and forth in his swivel chair； mulling over the words of the government agents seated across the desk。 At last he said； 〃How can NUMA help you？〃
Gaskill leaned across the desk。 〃We think you cracked the door open by unknowingly synchronizing your search for Huascar's treasure with the world's largest dealer of hot art and antiquities。〃
〃Zolar International。〃
〃Yes； a family whose tentacles reach into every er of the trade。
〃FBI and Customs agents；〃 said Ragsdale； 〃have never before encountered a single group of art forgers； thieves； and artifact smugglers who have operated in so many countries for so many years and have involved such a diverse cast of wealthy celebrities； who have illegally bought literally billions of dollars worth of stolen art and antiques。〃
〃I'm listening；〃 said Sandecker。
〃This is our chance to get in on the ground floor；〃 revealed Gaskill。 〃Because of the possibility of finding fantastic riches； the Zolars have shed all caution and launched a search to locate the treasure and keep it for themselves。 If they are successful； this presents us with a rare window of opportunity to observe their method of shipment and trail it back to their secret storehouse 。 。 。〃
〃Where you nab them redhanded with the swag；〃 Sandecker finished。
Ragsdale grinned。 〃We don't exactly use those terms anymore； Admiral； but yes； you're on the right track。〃
Sandecker was intrigued。 〃You want me to call off my search team。 Is that the message？〃
Gaskill and Ragsdale looked at each other and nodded。
〃Yes； sir；〃 said Gaskill。 〃That's the message。〃
〃With your approval； of course；〃 Ragsdale hastily added。
〃Have you boys cleared this with your superiors？〃
Ragsdale nodded solemnly。 〃Director Moran of the FBI and Director Thomas of the Customs Service have given their approval。〃
〃You don't mind if I give them a call and confirm？〃
〃Not at all；〃 said Gaskill。 〃I apologize that Agent Ragsdale and I didn't go through the chain of mand arid request that they deal with you directly； but we felt it was best to present our case from firsthand knowledge and let the chips fall where they may。〃
〃I can appreciate that；〃 said Sandecker generously。
〃Then you'll cooperate？〃 asked Ragsdale。 〃And call off your search team？〃
Sandecker stared idly at the smoke curling from his cigar for several moments。 〃NUMA will play ball with the bureau and Customs； but I won't close down our search project。〃
Gaskill stared at the admiral； not knowing if he was joking。 〃I don't think I catch your drift； sir。〃
〃Have you people ever hunted for something that has been lost for almost five hundred years？〃
Ragsdale glanced at his partner and shrugged。 〃Speaking for the bureau； our search operations are generally confined to missing persons； fugitives； and bodies。 Lost treasure is out of our domain。〃
〃I don't believe I have to explain what the Customs Service looks for；〃 said Gaskill。
〃I'm quite familiar with your directives；〃 Sandecker said conversationally。 〃But finding lost treasure is a million…to…one long shot。 You can't interview people for leads who have been dead since the fifteen hundreds。 All our quipu and your golden mummy have done is given vague references to a mysterious island in the Sea of Cortez。 A clue that puts the proverbial needle somewhere within a hundred…and…sixty…thousand…square…kilometer haystack。 I'm assuming the Zolars are amateurs at this kind of search game。 So the chances of them finding the cavern containing Huascar's golden chain are ten meters this side of nil。〃
〃You think your people have a better chance？〃 asked Gaskill testily。
〃My special projects director and his team are the best in the business。 If you don't believe me； check our records。〃
〃How do you plan to play ball with us？〃 Ragsdale asked； his tone edged with disbelief。
Sandecker made his thrust。 〃We conduct our search at the same time as the Zolars； but we hang in the shadows。 They have no reason to suspect rivals and will assume any NUMA personnel or aircraft they sight are on an oceanographic research project。 If the Zolars are successful in discovering the treasure； my team will simply melt away and return to Washington。〃
〃And should the Zolars strike out？〃 demanded Ragsdale。
〃If NUMA can't find the treasure； it doesn't want to be found。〃
〃And if NUMA is successful？〃 Ragsdale pushed forward。
〃We leave a trail of bread crumbs for the to follow； and let them think they discovered the hoard on their own。〃 Sandecker paused； his hard gaze moving from Ragsdale to Gaskill and back。 〃From then on； gentlemen； the show belongs to you。〃
〃I keep imagining that Rudolph Valentino is going to ride over the next dune and carry me away to his tent；〃 said Loren sleepily。 She was sitting on thee front seat of the Pierce Arrow； her legs curled under her； staring at the ocean of sand dunes that dominated the landscape。
〃Keep looking；〃 said Pitt。 〃The Coachella Dunes； slightly north of here； are where Hollywood used to shoot many of their desert movies。〃
Fifty kilometers （31 miles） after passing through Yuma； Arizona； across the Colorado River into California； Pitt swung the big Pierce Arrow left off Interstate Highway 8 and onto the narrow state road that led to the border towns of Calexico and Mexicali。 Drivers and passengers in cars that passed； or those ing from the opposite direction； stared and gawked at the old classic auto and the trailer it pulled。
Loren had sweet…talked Pitt into driving the old auto cross…country； camping in the trailer； and then joining a tour around southern Arizona sponsored by the Classic Car Club of America。 The tour was scheduled to begin in two weeks。 Pitt doubted that they could wrap up the treasure hunt in such a short time but went along with Loren because he enjoyed driving his old cars on extended tours。
〃How much farther to the border？〃 Loren asked。
〃Another forty…two kilometers will put us into Mexico；〃 he answered。 〃Then a hundred and sixty…five klicks to San Felipe。 We should arrive at the dock； where Al and Rudi have tied up the ferry； by dinnertime。〃
〃Speaking of edibles and liquids；〃 she said lazily； 〃the refrigerator is empty and the cupboards are bare。 Except for breakfast cereal and coffee this morning； we cleaned out the food stock at that campground in Sedona last night。〃
He took his right hand from the steering wheel； squeezed her knee and smiled。 〃1 suppose I have to keep the passengers happy by filling their bellies。〃
〃How about that truck stop up ahead？〃 She straightened and pointed through the flat； narrow windshield of the Pierce。
Pitt gazed over the ornate radiator cap； a crouched archer poised to fire an arrow。 He saw a sign by the side of the road； dried and bleached by the desert sun； and on the verge of collapsing into the sand at any moment。 The lettering was so old and faded he could hardly read the words。
Ice…cold beer and food a mother would love。 Only 2 more minutes to the Box Car Cafe。
He laughed。 〃The cold beer sounds good； but I'm leery of the cuisine。 When I was a boy； my mother loved to make dishes that turned me green。〃
〃Shame on you。 Your mother is a good cook。〃
〃She is now； but twenty…five years ago； even the starving homeless wouldn't e near our doorstep。〃
〃You're terrible。〃 Loren turned the dial of the old tube…type radio； trying to tune in a Mexicali station。 She finally found one； playing Mexican music； that came in clear。 〃I don't care if the chef has the black plague； I'm starved。〃
Take a woman on a long trip； Pitt mused miserably； and they're always hungry or demanding to stop at a bathroom。
〃And besides；〃 she threw in； 〃you need gas。〃
Pitt glanced at the fuel gauge。 The needle stood steady at a quarter tank。 〃I guess it won't hurt to fill up before we cross the border。〃
〃It doesn't seem as if we've driven very far since the last gas stop。〃
〃A big car that was built sixty years ago； with a twelve cylinder engine and pulling a house trailer； won't win any awards for fuel economy。〃
The roadside restaurant and gas station came into view。 All Pitt saw as they drove closer was a dilapidated pair of old railroad freight cars joined together； with two gas pumps out front and a neon EAT s