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Darkness was only a half hour away when Giordino set the helicopter down neatly within the white circle painted on the loading deck of the Alhambra。 The deckhands； who simply went by the names of Jesus and Gato； stood by to push the craft inside the cavernous auto deck and tie it down。
Loren and Gunn were standing outside the sweep of the rotor blades。 When Giordino cut the ignition switch； they stepped forward。 They were not alone。 A man and a woman moved out of the shadow of the ferry's huge superstructure and joined them。
〃Any luck？〃 Gunn shouted above the diminishing beat of the rotors at Giordino who was leaning out the open window of the cockpit。
Giordino replied with a thumbs…down。
Pitt stepped from the helicopter's passenger door and knitted his thick； black eyebrows in surprise。 〃I didn't expect to see you two again； certainly not here。〃
Dr。 Shannon Kelsey smiled； her manner coolly dignified； while Miles Rodgers pumped Pitt's hand in a genuine show of friendliness。 〃Hope you don't mind us popping in like this；〃 said Rodgers。
〃Not at all。 I'm glad to see you。 I assume you've all introduced yourselves to each other。〃
〃Yes； we've all bee acquainted。 Shannon and 1 certainly didn't expect to be greeted by a congresswoman and the assistant director of NUMA。〃
〃Dr。 Kelsey has regaled me with her adventures in Peru；〃 said Loren in a voice that was low and throaty。 〃She's led an interesting life。〃
Giordino exited the helicopter and stared at the newers with interest。 〃Hail； hail； the gang's all here；〃 he said in greeting。 〃Is this a reunion or an old mummy hunters' convention？〃
〃Yes； what brings you to our humble ferry in the Sea of Cortez？〃 asked Pitt。
〃Government agents requested Miles and me to drop everything in Peru and fly here to assist your search；〃 answered Shannon。
Pitt looked at Gunn。 〃Government agents？〃
Gunn made a know…nothing shrug and held up a piece of paper。 〃The fax informing us of their arrival came an hour after they showed up in a chartered boat。 They insisted on waiting to reveal the purpose of their visit until you returned。〃
〃They were Customs agents；〃 Miles enlightened Pitt。 〃They appeared in the Pueblo de los Muertos with a high…level State Department official and played on our patriotism。〃
〃Miles and I were asked to identify and photograph Huascar's treasure after you found it；〃 explained Shannon。 〃They came to us because of my expertise in Andean culture and artifacts； Miles's reputation as a photographer； and mostly because of our recent involvement with you and NUMA。〃
〃And you volunteered；〃 Pitt surmised。
Rodgers replied 〃When the Customs agents informed us the gang of smugglers we met in the Andes are connected with the family of underground art dealers who are also searching for the treasure； we started packing。〃
〃The Zolars？〃
Rodgers nodded。 〃The possibility we might be of help in trapping Doc Miller's murderer quickly overcame any reluctance to bee involved。〃
〃Wait a minute；〃 said Giordino。 〃The Zolars are involved with Amaru and the Solpemachaco？〃
Rodgers nodded again。 〃You weren't told？ No one informed you that the Solpemachaco and the Zolar family are one and the same？〃
〃I guess someone forgot；〃 Giordino said caustically。 He and Pitt looked at each other as understanding dawned。 Each read the other's mind and they silently agreed not to mention their unexpected run…in with Doc Miller's imposter。
〃Were you briefed on the instructions we deciphered on the quipu？〃 Pitt asked Shannon； changing the subject。
Shannon nodded。 〃I was given a full translation。〃
〃By whom？〃
〃The courier who hand…delivered it was an FBI agent。〃
Pitt stared at Gunn and then Giordino with deceptive calm。 〃The plot thickens。 I'm surprised Washington didn't issue press kits about the search to the news media and sell the movie rights to Hollywood。〃
〃If word leaks out；〃 said Giordino； 〃every treasure hunter between here and the polar icecaps will swarm into the Gulf like fleas after a hemophiliac St。 Bernard。〃
Fatigue began to tighten its grip on Pitt。 He was stiff and numb and his back ached。 His body demanded to lie down and rest。 He had every right to be tired and discouraged。 What the hell； he thought； why not share the despair。 No good reason why he should bear the cross by himself。
〃I hate to say it；〃 he said slowly； staring at Shannon； 〃but it looks as if you and Miles made a wasted trip。〃
Shannon looked at him in surprise。 〃You haven't found the treasure site？〃
〃Did someone tell you we had？〃
〃We were led to believe you had pinned down the location；〃 said Shannon。
〃Wishful thinking；〃 said Pitt。 〃We haven't seen a trace of a stone carving。〃
〃Are you familiar with the symbol marker described by the quipu？〃 Gunn asked Shannon。
〃Yes；〃 she replied without hesitation。 〃The Demonio del Muertos。〃
Pitt sighed。 〃The demon of the dead。 Dr。 Ortiz told us。 I go to the back of the class for not making the connection。〃
〃I remember；〃 said Gunn。 〃Dr。 Ortiz was excavating a large grotesque rock sculpture with fangs and described it as a Chachapoyan god of the underworld。〃
Pitt repeated Dr。 Ortiz's exact words。 〃Part jaguar； part condor； part snake； he sank his fangs into whoever disturbed the dead。〃
〃The body and wings have the scales of a lizard；〃 Shannon added to the description。
〃Now that you know exactly what you're looking for；〃 Loren said with renewed enthusiasm； 〃the search should go easier。〃
〃So we know the I。D。 of the beast that guards the hoard；〃 said Giordino； bringing the conversation back to earth。 〃So what？ Dirk and I have examined every island that falls within the pattern and we've e up empty。 We've exhausted our search area； and what we might have missed our petitors have likely checked off their list too。〃
〃Al's right；〃 Pitt admitted。 〃We have no place left to search。〃
〃You're sure you've seen no trace of the demon？〃 asked Rodgers。
Giordino shook his head。 〃Not so much as a scale or a fang。〃
Shannon scowled in defeat。 〃Then the myth is simply that。 。 。 a myth。〃
The treasure that never was；〃 murmured Gunn。 He collapsed dejectedly on an old wooden passenger's bench。 〃It's over；〃 he said slowly。 〃I'll call the admiral and tell him we're closing down the project。〃
〃Our rivals in the seaplane should be cutting bait and flying off into the sunset too；〃 said Giordino。
〃To regroup and try again；〃 said Pitt。 〃They're not the type to fly away from a billion dollars in treasure。〃
Gunn looked up at him； surprised。 〃You've seen them？〃
〃We waved in passing；〃 answered Pitt without going into detail。
〃A great disappointment not to catch Doc's killer；〃 Rodgers said sadly。 〃I also had high hopes of being the first to photograph the treasures and Huascar's golden chain。〃
〃A washout；〃 murmured Gunn。 〃A damned washout。〃
Shannon nodded at Rodgers。 〃We'd better make arrangements to return to Peru。〃
Loren sank next to Gunn。 〃A shame after everyone worked so hard。〃
Pitt suddenly returned to life； shrugging off the exhaustion and being his old cheerful self again。 〃I can't I speak for the rest of you pitiful purveyors of doom； but I'm going to take a bath； mix myself a tequila on the rocks with lime； grill a steak； get a good night's sleep； and go out in the morning and find that ugly critter guarding the treasure。〃
They all stared at him as if he had suffered a mental breakdown； all that is except Giordino。 He didn't need a third eye to know Pitt was scenting a trail。 〃You have the look of a born…again Christian。 Why the about…face？〃
〃Do you remember when a NUMA search team found that hundred…and…fifty…year…old steamship that belonged to the Republic of Texas navy？〃
〃Back in 1987； wasn't it？ The ship was the Zavala。〃
〃The same。 And do you recall where it was found？〃
〃Under a parking lot in Galveston。〃
〃Get the picture？〃
〃I certainly don't；〃 snapped Shannon。 〃What are you driving at？〃
〃Whose turn is it to cook dinner？〃 Pitt inquired； ignoring her。
Gunn raised a hand。 〃My night in the galley。 Why ask？〃
〃Because； after we've all enjoyed a good meal and a cocktail or two； I'll lay out Dirk's master plan。〃
〃Which island have you selected？〃 Shannon asked cynically。 〃Bali Ha'i or Atlantis？〃
〃There is no island；〃 Pitt answered mysteriously。 〃No island at all。 The treasure that never was； but is； sits on dry land。〃
An hour and a half later； with Giordino standing at the helm； the old ferry reversed course as her paddlewheels drove her northward back toward San Felipe。 While Gunn； assisted by Rodgers； prepared dinner in the ferry's galley； Loren searched for Pitt and finally found him sitting on a folding chair down in the engine room； chatting with the chief engineer as he soaked up the sounds； smells； and motion of the Alhambra's monstrous engines。 He wore the expression of a man in the throes of undisguised euphoria。 She carried a small bottle of blanco tequila and a glass of ice as she crept up behind him。
Gordo Padilla smoked the stub of a cigar while wiping a clean cloth over a pair of brass steam gauge