Shipwrecked
Note:
Chapter 15 contains acts of violence that some
may find too graphic. I’ve done my best
to leave as much to the imagination as possible, while conveying the essential
terror of the situation. You be the
judge. Read, skip, or skim. Also, this is a standalone story that does
not relate to any of my prior Voyage stories.
It was in fact started long before “Shadows of the Past” and “The Red
Menace”. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter
1 - Missing
October 1983
“Where the
dickens can he be?”
“Telephone
lines are down throughout much of New England, Admiral. I’m sure he’s fine.”
“The hell you
are!”
“He always
turns up, sir.”
“We’re due to
leave port in sixteen hours and we’ve had no word!”
“I can try the
Coast Guard again.”
“What the hell
was he thinking sailing solo with a hurricane off shore?”
“In all
fairness, Admiral, every forecaster said it was heading away from land. None predicted the sudden turn back. It caught a lot of people unprepared.”
“He’s not a
lot of people. He should know
better. I trust him with one of the
world’s largest and most expensive boats.
What kind of judgment does he show?”
“He’s never
been one to take the same care when it’s just him, sir, you know that. In truth, I should have stayed behind with
him to help him settle things.”
“Don’t be
ridiculous. You have responsibilities
that can’t be shirked, added to his when he’s away. Frankly, if anyone is to blame for him going
off by himself so long, it’s me. I
should have been more supportive. Six
weeks from diagnosis to death and his mother didn’t even tell him until she was
in hospice care the last week. He looked
like hell when we left the funeral. I
should have insisted he’d come back with us.
I could have arranged help for someone to close up the ruddy summer
house and deal with the legal matters.
Then he’d be back by now.”
“I don’t think
this is a productive train of thought, Admiral.
You can’t exactly control someone else’s grieving.”
“I should have
tried. All right, get on the horn with
the Coast Guard again. No, better still,
let me talk to them this time.”
“Yes,
sir. Just do be aware that dozens of
fishing and lobster boats got caught unawares too. They have their hands full.”
“It’s a sorry
mess, Chip.”
Chapter 2 - Shipwrecked
Loud and
insistent barking broke the silence of the early October day. The roaring winds and thunderheads of the
prior day had disappeared. They had been
supplanted by cloudless stillness. The
sky’s hue -- a clear, bright blue -- beamed in marked contrast to the prior
day’s eerie gray-green skies.
The salt box
house was not one of the hurricane’s serious victims. It still stood proud and upright, as it had
for over a hundred years. A few roof
shingles needed to be replaced, some shutters needed repair, and the basement
would be damper than usual for months to come.
The grounds, however, were a mess.
Small trees, shrubs, branches and leaf litter were strewn wildly around
the house and the grounds.
The German
shepherd paid no heed to the debris as he sailed through the air from the porch
to the lawn. He slowed down only
slightly as he descended the stairs -- twenty-five steep feet down -- toward
the dock. The dog was out of sight from
the house by the time a lone figure holding a shotgun exited the house.
“Buster, stay!”
The unseen dog
froze as commanded, but continued his furious barking.
“Quiet!” his master ordered as she neared at
the top of the steep wooden steps curious to see what had so irritated the
dog. Buster had stopped on the last step
before the water covered the remaining steps and the dock itself. All that was visible of the dock were four
tall pilings, two front and back. Off to
the left, a daysailer swung between the two pilings to which it had been lashed
higher than usual.
Buster’s
attention was fixed right, however, toward the mouth of the river.
“Good lord!”
the woman exclaimed. She loosened her
grip on the gun and gently placed it on the lawn by the landing. From a box at the top of the stairs, she
grabbed two soaking wet lines before she hurried down the stairs onto the
submerged dock. The sideways wind of the
storm had infiltrated the lid of the box much like it had window and door sills
of the salt box house.
“Permission
for emergency docking, please,” the figure clad in oil cloth pants and a black
t-shirt asked in a weary voice. “Barring
that, permission to crash, although that’s likely the alternative even without
permission.”
“Of course.” She shook her head in astonishment before she
moved into action. She waded down the
last few steps knowing the bottom was coming only because of the location of
the railing. A modest current into the
cove pushed her to the left as she waded toward the far piling to get in the
best position to throw a line.
She studied
the scene as she waited for him to come in a little closer. He was only slightly less bedraggled than the
boat on which he arrived. The boat’s
condition was nothing short of a sin to a lover of sailboats. The classic lines were still there, but her
once beautiful wooden mast had splintered down to a mere five feet. The remainder of the mast had fallen in a straight
line sternward, crushing through the teak deck and the cabin entry hatch. The charred mast barred access to most of the
cockpit, including the tiller, and hung fifteen feet beyond the stern. A short jerry-rigged sail, about four feet
in height, was lashed to the remnants of the mast and to a starboard docking
cleat amidship. Whatever wind might have
filled it earlier had died completely away as it entered the sheltered
cove. Only the current from the storm
surge pushed it ahead now.
When the man
was about twenty feet from the end of the dock, she tossed the line. It fell over the safety line onto the deck,
but slightly off target, luckily not so far that it couldn’t be easily
recovered. The man stumbled stepped
forward, grunted and caught the safety line on the bow to stop himself from
tumbling overboard.
“Sorry. I’m out of practice.”
The man bent
sideways, picked up the dripping line, and cleated it off the bow. In hopes of avoiding further jarring, he
remained in that bent over position until the woman pulled the craft toward the
dock. The stern of the boat fought her
all the way, trying to turn sideways and bash the end of the dock. She finally managed to guide the boat in
closely enough to the piling to board at the bow. From there, it was no small exertion to step
up from the submerged dock to the boat riding two feet above the water
line. After she pushed the second line
under the rail, she grabbed a stanchion with one hand and the lowest safety
line with the other and hauled herself above the water line before climbing
over the higher safety line. The man
reached out a hand to help her. “Thanks,
but I can manage from here. You look all
in.”
The man’s face said it all. He’d done an amazing job getting the sailboat
to safety, but it was clear there was nothing left. “I’ll get the stern set up.”
“I appreciate
it,” the man nodded. “Let me know what I
can do to help.”
She walked
around him and carefully worked her way toward the starboard side of the
stern. The cockpit was a sorry mess,
the fine teak decking shattered everywhere.
She maneuvered along the narrow decking, cleated off the line and walked
back up to the bow bringing the line outside the safety rail. “Hand this to me when I get back down.”
“I could do
it.”
“You look so
tired the current might sweep you away.
Just hand it to me when I ask, please.”
She once again topped the safety line.
At least getting off the boat was far easier than getting on it. Once back on the dock, she asked for the line
and walked it back to the opposite piling.
“Do you think you could manage to let the bow line out a few feet when I
ask?”
“To get to
land, I would do almost anything right now.”
She looped the
line a couple of turns around the piling securing it with a half hitch for
now.
“Now?” the man
beat her to the punch.
“Yes.”
“That’s
good.”
As he loosened
the bow line, she pulled the stern line in to bring it close to the end of the
dock. She tied it off with two
half-hitches. The man, without being
asked, adjusted the bow line, bringing the boat in close enough to get down on
the submerged dock, and secured the line on the cleat.
“Many
thanks. Don’t suppose I could also
trouble you for use of your telephone and maybe a dry towel and a cup of
coffee?”
“I can give
you two of three. Phones went down with
the storm. Power too, but I can rustle
up coffee and a dry towel too. How badly
are you hurt?”
“I just
strained my calf muscle a bit.”
She took note
of a seeping pinkish slash in the left sleeve of his shirt that he failed to
mention and wondered what else he might be ignoring. “Let me help you ashore.”
“I can
manage,” he smiled.
She was taken
aback by how handsome he suddenly looked when he smiled. “I’m sure you can, but it’s a steep step down
and a steep walk up, so why not save your energy for that? I don’t expect you’ve got much left.”
“True
enough.”
She once again
hauled herself out of the water over the safety line. Once aboard, she pulled the cotter pins off
the safety lines from one side of the stanchion to ease his disembarkation. She
offered her shoulder and arm to support him to sitting without putting weight
on the leg. The she stepped to the side
of him, sat herself down and slid down to touch
the bottom of the dock with relative ease. She again offered her support to him. He took it without argument. The dog barked furiously.
“Quiet,
Buster. He’s had enough to deal with
already.” The dog obeyed.
“He’s a
beauty,” the man said as he straightened up, attempting to conceal a
wince.
“Anything
aboard you need before we head up?”
“Nothing I
can’t live without.”
“Seriously, is
there any chance you have dry clothes down there? I don’t have anything up at the house that
will suit you and it could be a few days before we can get you into town.”
“Did the storm
cause a lot of damage?”
“The roads are
impassable. Power lines are down
everywhere.”
“How far is
town?”
“Eight miles.”
“I’ll manage
without what’s below. It’s too much to
ask.”
“It won’t be
the first time I’ve dropped down a fore hatch.
Tell me -- no more arguing -- what’s worth salvaging down there.”
“My clothes
are in the forward locker.” She boarded
as he spoke. “Oh, and my service
revolver is in the drawer beneath the bunk, if you don’t mind.”
“Navy?”
“Yes, I’d ask
how you know, but . . .”
“You don’t
look like Coast Guard, but seriously, the ring.”
“It can wait,
really it can.”
“No, I’m
afraid she’ll be sitting on the bottom in a few of hours the way she’s taking
on water.”
“Damn.”
“Sad. She was a beauty. Not many like her left.”
The woman
hauled her body aboard one more time and disappeared down the hatch. Once she was out of sight, the dog started
barking again, and then leapt on to the dock.
When he could not get purchase on the dock with his feet, he started to
swim. He ignored the man and headed
directly for the opening in the safety rail somehow clawing and climbing his
way up onto the deck. He stuck his head
down the hatch and barked.
“Buster, you silly dog! Quiet.”
A minute passed with the dog waiting silently over the hatch. She pushed a duffel bag out of the
hatch. Buster took it in his teeth and
immediately jumped off the boat, swam with the bag’s handle in his teeth
keeping the bag mostly above water until he reached the stairs. He flew up the stairs with the bag still
firmly in his teeth.
The woman
emerged moments later, panting a little at the effort of pulling her body
directly upwards through the hatch.
“Those are muscles I haven’t used that way for a long time,” she said as
she paused atop the foredeck. “Hey,
where’s the bag?”
“Your dog took
it.”
“I don’t know
what’s got into him. Damn. It’ll be soaked.”
“He did a heck
of a job keeping it mostly above water.
It’s fine.”
She sat down
wearily on the deck before she lowered herself down to the dock. “Here, lean on me for the dock and stairs.”
“You are too
kind.”
They took the
waterlogged walk along the dock and the steps slowly. The dog waited at the top with the bag still
in his teeth. “Buster, go to the house,
now.” The dog trotted ahead
immediately.
“Quite the
well-trained dog.”
“When he wants
to be. Why don’t you sit on the box a moment and rest?”
“I’m fine.”
“Given you’re
about to accept my hospitality, I don’t appreciate the lie.”
“All right,
I’m worried that if I stop now, I might not make it the rest of the way.”
“Fair
enough. Put your arm on my shoulder
then.”
They moved
forward slowly and silently. She had a
million questions, but she had already ascertained several facts about the
man. He had to be a hell of a sailor to
rig the boat as he had and to get it to safety; he was physically tough; and he
seemed -- gun possession aside -- completely non-threatening. Based on this assessment, she decided to get
him inside first and to retrieve her shotgun later.
As they
arrived near the porch, the man accepted less support from her, using the
opportunity to test the extent of the leg injury. “Lovely house. How old is she?”
“Built in the
1880s. Charming, but drafty as
hell. Just a few more steps and we’re
in.” They lumbered up the back porch.
“I should take
these off first. Must be a gallon of
water inside.” He pulled his oilcloth
pants down below his bottom before assuming a seat on a slightly soggy bench
outside the door. The woman got down to
assist him remove the boots without being asked. Water spurted on to her. “I’m so sorry.”
“Should have
seen that coming!” she laughed. She
pulled the rest of the oilskin pants off him next.
“They ceased
to work a while ago,” he admitted. His
lower pant legs were soaked through.
“I can bring
you a towel and a robe if you want to take those sodden clothes off here.”
“Thanks. I’d hate to soak those beautiful floors.”
“Buster drops
enough slobber on them that I doubt you could do any more damage.” Nevertheless, she headed inside for the towel
and robe trailed by Buster. She came
back out a minute later with a small table upon which she had laid a basket
containing a robe and towel, a roll of gauze, cotton balls and a bottle of
Mercurochrome. “This will sting.”
“I know.”
“What happened
to your arm?”
“I was trying
to outrun the storm, but then it caught up and I was dropping the spinnaker
through the forward hatch when the mast broke.
A busted halyard caught my arm.”
She dabbed the
four inch oozing slice with the Mercurochrome as he spoke. “If that was as long ago as I think this
probably needs stitches.”
“I don’t
supposed I happened to find the dock of an MD?”
“No.”
“Well, then
we’ll just have to wrap it and hope for the best.”
The woman
wrapped it tightly. “If you can manage
the robe yourself, I’ll go start some coffee.”
“I think I
can.”
“You can warm
up by the wood stove after you get out of those things. You must be chilled to the bone.”
“Hadn’t
noticed before, but yes, I am.”
“You were too
busy trying to stay alive to notice before now.”
A few minutes
later, with his lower half covered by a towel and the rest mostly covered by a
practical flannel robe, the man reached to open the door. Buster barked fiercely.
“Down,
Buster. He’s okay.”
“Well, you
don’t really know that. He’s just being
a good dog. Aren’t you, Buster?”
The woman
pushed the door open. As the man
entered, Buster nuzzled and sniffed him.
The man extended a folded hand toward Buster for approval.
“Sit, Buster.”
Buster
complied with her command and allowed the man to pet him.
“Take this
chair.” She pointed to a bentwood one by
the wood stove.
The man walked
toward it gingerly, dragging his left leg so as not to flex his foot. After he sat, she pulled over a caned
footstool that clashed with the modern chair.
She helped him bring his leg up atop a thin pillow.
“A little
swelling, but not bad. Cold water in the
boots probably helped.”
“It didn’t
seem like a help at the time.”
“We’ll tape
that, just to be careful.”
“You sure
you’re not a doctor?”
She hesitated
noticeably. “No, but I was a Girl Scout,
a long time ago.”
He noted her
odd response to a simple question, and then remembered that he’d been met by a
threateningly barking dog and there had been that shotgun lying on the grass at
the top of the steps. Down Easterners
were a strange lot, he remembered. The
woman had been pleasant and kind, but had yet to disclose any personal
information. Then again, neither had he.
She left him
to get him coffee.
“Manna from
heaven. Thank you.”
Without saying
a word, she left again, returning with an Ace bandage. She wrapped his leg from the bottom of his
foot up to below his knee so his foot would stay unflexed.
“Feels better
already. I’m Lee,” he said, “and I
greatly appreciate the help and hospitality.”
“Katherine,
um, Kate, Kate is fine.”
“You sure
now?” he smiled disarmingly.
“I don’t
really go by name much out here. Buster
can’t wrap his tongue around the letter ‘k’ so well.”
“No
neighbors?”
“Not for
miles.”
“Wow.”
“What’s wow
about that?”
“Navy man
here, remember? I’ve spent most of my
life in close quarters. Did you grow up
here?”
“No.”
“I didn’t
think so. I’d guess Connecticut.”
“How did you
come to be all the way up here?”
Lee noticed the deflection, but as a polite
guest went with it. “This was my idea of
unwinding.”
“Sailing
through a hurricane?”
“No. My mother, she died a short while ago. She has, had, a small summer house
Midcoast. I came to close it up for
winter. Thought I’d stay a few days and
enjoy the coastline, but the sea called.
The weather forecast missed the mark.”
“The storm
pushed back in. It caught a lot of
people with their drawers down. Coast
Guard is wicked busy picking up what’s left of shrimpers and lobstermen caught
out in it.”
“I have to
admit that it was the most exciting sail of my life. I tried to stay above the storm, running full
out with the wind until I thought I was clear, except crazy wind threatened to
push her over if I didn’t drop the sail.
Then the world exploded.”
“Lightning
strike?”
“Yes. At the precise moment the lightning hit, I
was dropping the spinnaker down the forward hatch. A calf strain and a cut were a relief given
how scary a moment that was. Had I been
in the cockpit, I’d have been crushed. I
dropped down the hatch to see about the radio, but found it and all the
electronics were fried. By the time I
climbed back up, the storm had passed. I
guess I just caught the edge of it. I
could see that I was drifting out to sea in the dark, so I did what I could to
control her.”
“Cut up and
jerry-rigged the spinnaker and sailed into this hell-mouth of a cove? I’m mighty impressed.”
“Luck was on
my side.”
“Rigging a
sail like that was more than lucky, but that it worked and got you to safety,
yes, I’d have to agree that luck helped too.
This cove normally isn’t navigable if you draw more than two feet of
water which is why I have it to myself.
But for the water level still surging from the storm, you’d have crashed
on rocks and debris two hundred yards back.”
“Well, lady
luck really did smile upon me, right up to your door, Kate. I thank you.”
“It’s no more
than anyone would do. You must have
people worried about you. Family?”
“No family
left to speak of, but I do have a close friend and colleague who will get
anxious if he can’t reach me.”
“You rest a
while and I’ll see if I can come with any ideas for getting in contact, or
would you prefer something to eat first?”
Her question went unanswered as he had nodded off in front of the fire.
She stepped
outside. She hung his wet clothes up to
dry, including those from the duffel bag which were damp but not soaked. His wallet fell out of his pants as she hung
them upside down. She started to open
it, but stopped herself from prying. She
brought it inside and set it atop the wood stove to dry out faster. She returned outside again and sat. There was a lot of cleaning up to do. Food would rot over the next few days. She knew she wouldn’t be back on the power
grid any time soon. With a shrug, she
emptied the chamber of his service revolver of ammunition, just as a
precaution, then went to retrieve her shotgun from the dock.
He was hard
asleep when she returned. Even with a
scruffy beard and skin chafed to deep reddish tan from wind and sun, she had to
admit he was handsome. Handsome had not
always been kind to her, however. Still,
this man’s eyes sparkled when he spoke.
There was a joy in him; she sensed a good spirit. She’d been so flat for so long, she felt a
little jealous that he could be that way.
She shook it off as a self-indulgent thought and resumed her
chores.
Chapter
3 - Getting to Know You
Lee Crane
awoke with a start, uncertain how long he’d been asleep and more than a bit
stiff. He noted a blanket on top of him
that hadn’t been there before. “Oh,
right. The salt box house. Kate and Buster.” He didn’t see or hear them now, however. From the light coming through the window, he
guessed he’d slept several hours.
“Kate? Are you inside?” No answer came. Lee pried himself from the chair, happy he
was only achy and tired and that the leg injury was nothing major. It would be a relief if he could avoid the
doctor. Lee looked for his things. Through the window, he saw his clothes
hanging on the back porch. He headed
outside to see if any were wearable.
Although Kate’s robe wasn’t particularly feminine, he preferred his own
clothes if he could wear them. He found
a serviceably dry shirt and brought damp clamdiggers in to rest on the
stove. He found his wallet on top,
unfolded but face down.
He pulled out
the soggy contents and spread them out to dry, curious that Kate had chosen not
to do that. He inferred that she was a
private person who respected other’s privacy.
He could respect that, yet at the same time, he could not help but scan
the room for hints about her.
Lee spotted a
neat stack of magazines on a coffee table.
The soft sofa behind the table promised relief to his achy body too, so
it was an easy decision to sit down there and scan what she liked to read. The pile consisted of several Scientific
Americans; a few boating magazines; some local newspapers, all several weeks old;
Life; National Geographic; and the journal “Science Today”.
Lee’s stomach
growled, but he ignored it. It would be
rude to comb through her kitchen cupboards.
He should wait a while longer. He
couldn’t imagine she’d leave him alone for long. He tried to distract himself from his hunger
by leafing through the magazines. The
boating magazines didn’t hold his interest long. Instead, looking at them made him feel
depressed at the loss of the family sailboat.
It could not be easily replaced and he couldn’t imagine how it could be
repaired. To boot, he’d have to bear the expense for removing the wreck from
Kate’s dock, not that money was an issue.
It was just another reminder of the loss, both of the classic sailboat
and his mother.
He consoled
himself that at least he was fine. Well,
mostly. He forced himself to move on by
looking at the Scientific American, a bit surprised to see many margin notes by
the articles, and the puzzles all neatly worked out in ink. Just as he reached for the science journal,
he heard the thwack of the screen door.
“Kate?”
“I see
Sleeping Beauty has awoken.”
Buster ran up
to Lee’s side and nuzzled his hand.
“Feeling far
from beautiful just now.”
“Bet you’re
hungry as a horse.”
“How’d you
know?”
“I’ve seen
that boat. You haven’t eaten since the
storm chased you north.”
“True.”
“How about
some fresh eggs?” She bore a basket as
proof of the freshness.
“I’d love
them.”
“Any way in
particular?”
“Whatever is
easiest. I’d be happy to do it if you
like.”
“No, you rest
that leg. After you eat, you might want
to head upstairs and take a nice lukewarm shower while you can.”
“Electric hot
water heater?”
“Afraid
so. Guess I should have invested in a
generator.”
Lee arose and
hobbled into the kitchen. “Beautiful
view.”
“Looking at
water never gets old.”
“I usually
feel that way, although less so yesterday.”
“Never say
never, I forgot.”
“How many
chickens do you have?”
“Fourteen.”
“I’m guessing
there’s a nice vegetable plot too.”
“Yes, although
things took a beating yesterday.
Tomatoes are from the greenhouse, what’s left of it.”
“Sounds like
this place is a full time job.”
“It is.”
“Must be
challenging to get help out here.”
“I pulled the
radio from your boat. If we let it dry
out a while, I think we can rig it to get a message through to the Coast
Guard.”
“You shouldn’t
have risked that for me. That mast could
collapse through the deck at any time.”
“I’m charging
an old car battery using some solar cells.
There won’t be much power available, but you should have a minute or
two, assuming the transistors weren’t damaged along with the wiring.”
“If you’ve got
the tools, I’ll look at it. I’m pretty
handy.”
“I’ve got it
taken care of. You just rest.”
“Are you an
engineer of some sort?”
“No, just a
hermit.”
“Who reads
scientific magazines and journals?”
“Don’t you
know us Down Easterners read anything and everything we can get our hands
on? It’s those long winters.”
Message
received, loud and clear. Her past, and
perhaps much of her present, was off limits as a topic. As a gracious guest, Lee knew when not to
push.
They ate
quietly, a heap of delicious fresh eggs over easy, runny and peppery, along
with a lightly dressed salad. Lee
cleaned his plate. Kate seemed
distracted and pushed her food around more than she ate. “I can make you some more, if you like,” she
offered as she cleared her own unfinished plate.
“No, thank
you. It was just perfect.”
“Why don’t you
go take that shower now?”
“I can at
least clean the dishes.”
“I’ll just
leave them to soak. Come on.” She extended a hand, and directed him
upstairs while staying behind him on the way up. “Green towels are fresh. I’ve made up the spare room for you.”
“Sorry to be
so much trouble.”
“None
whatsoever. I’ll bring up your dry
clothes before you’re done, but promise to holler if you need help in or out of
the tub.”
Lee chuckled
at the thought of asking her for help.
His reputation for refusing it was a matter of record aboard the
Seaview, and he’d grown so stubborn about it that it had become a bit of a joke
amongst the crew. He couldn’t imagine
asking her for that kind of help, except well, she did have a certain charm the
crew lacked -- the feminine kind.
Lee removed
the bandage on his leg, forgetting about the one on his arm, and took a fast
shower to soap and rinse. He wanted to
leave Kate a fair share of whatever lukewarm water remained. After he toweled off, he rewrapped the
leg. He couldn’t help but observe that
it was nicer when she had leaned over him to do it. Getting a little punchy now, Crane, he
thought to himself.
She certainly
was not his usual type, not like the bubbly secretaries at the Institute or the
pampered rich girls of Santa Barbara.
Lee had his fair share of casual relationships with the lot of them and
more. It was what his life aboard the
Seaview allowed, limited good times on shore, mostly spent with eye candy.
Kate was
different, more like the women Nelson associated with, albeit younger. She was on the plainer side of pretty, a bit
too serious, and exceedingly self-sufficient.
He doubted she’d appreciate a man holding a door open for her. In fact, he wondered how effective the Crane
charm would be if he pushed it, but something about the circumstances and the
woman made him want to push it.
“Are you
okay?” Kate hollered up the stairs.
“Fine.”
“Seriously,
has your arm stopped bleeding?”
Lee peeled off
the wet gauze. “Not entirely.”
“Are you
decent?”
Lee
snickered. “Decent enough.”
“I’m coming
in.”
“Hi.” Lee sat on the toilet seat lid.
Kate held a
basket. “Damn. We can either try to wrap it tighter or I’ve
got a needle and some fishing line. I
should warn you that I’m not a great seamstress.”
“Practice
away.”
Kate ran off
for supplies and returned quickly. “You
may regret this. I flunked out of home
economics in middle school.”
“I can’t see
you flunking out of anything.”
“Here, bite on
this.”
“You’ve watched
a lot of old Westerns?”
“Oh,
sorry. Maybe you’ve had amateurs sew you
up without anesthesia lots of times before?”
“I’ll take the
toothbrush,” Lee said. He remained stoic
as Kate sewed five stitches in his upper arm.
“That had to
have hurt,” Kate said as she tied off the last stitch.
“I didn’t want
to scare you into stopping,” Lee smiled after he removed the well bitten
toothbrush handle from his mouth.
“This way to
the guest room,” Kate pointed.
Lee made his
way to the spare bedroom. He settled on
a sturdy chair to put on the neatly laid out pajamas waiting for him on the
bed. He observed how fastidiously the
antique cast iron bed had been made, although he couldn’t reconcile the
ornateness of it with the house’s owner.
He also noted how the books which lined every wall in the room were
evenly aligned, even those piled horizontally on top of the vertical ones.
He scanned the
titles as best he could from the chair, but many were in small print. The majority of books appeared to be
textbooks and journals, many concerning marine science and navigation, more
than a few of which he’d read. He pulled
one he knew. A name was blacked out on
the inside cover. Notes were scribbled
throughout. He re-shelved it and looked
at another book, repeating his earlier observation. The margin notes were tiny and mostly
indecipherable to him, written in English mixed with some kind of shorthand he
didn’t recognize. A third book looked
just the same.
Lee scanned
the shelves for something interesting to read.
He stopped when he saw a narrow book he recognized: Harriman Nelson, “The Future of Submarines.” He could not suppress a laugh. “Never can get too far away from you,
Admiral.” He opened it. A dedication on the front page was blackened
out to redact the recipient’s name: “To
XXXXXXXXXXX, I know your future will be bright.
My door’s always open for you.
Harriman Nelson.”
Lee’s
curiosity was piqued. Although he knew
the volume well, he fingered through the pages attempting to decipher the
reader’s notes. He easily made out those
in the preface: “Visionary or
crackpot? Time will tell.” Throughout the book were notes responding to
Nelson’s assertions, some with a large “no” or “x” through them, some with a
“?”, others with “works” or checkmarks.
Suggestions or critiques appeared in the margins, many of which had
proven true over time. In the back third
of the book, a business card fell out, one of Nelson’s Institute cards, an old
version. On the back was a note: “If ever you change your mind, I will welcome
you with open arms.”
That one
struck Lee a little oddly. Was it all
business? How old was the note? Lee heard Kate on the stairs and, without
knowing why he did it, he hastily re-shelved the book. As he did so, a letter fell out from inside
the back cover. Kate knocked on his
door. Lee quickly shoved the letter under
the bed covers.
“You managing
all right?”
“Yes, I’m
dressed and feeling nearly human again.”
“You could
have taken a longer shower.”
“Navy man,
remember? Anything over three minutes is
a punishable offense. Besides, I thought
you deserved some lukewarm water too.”
“Thanks. I think I will take a quick shower before it
gets dark. I’ll be heading back down
afterward to read by the fire. I can
bring you up a lantern if you’d like to stay up here for the rest of the
night.”
“No, I’ll come
down and be sociable, that is if you don’t mind?”
“That’s
fine. It’ll be easier to try the radio
down there anyway.”
“I don’t know
how I can ever repay your hospitality.”
“No need.”
“Maybe not,
but I have a desire to anyway.”
“Will you need
help getting downstairs?”
“No, I’ll
manage. I’ll see you there in a few
minutes.”
After she
left, Lee removed the letter from the bed covers. It was sealed and stamped, addressed to
Admiral Harriman Nelson at NIMR, with no return address, and marked
urgent. Lee was sorely tempted to open
it, but resisted. Instead, he made his
way downstairs while she showered, taking the letter with him tucked inside the
robe. He settled onto the sofa,
elevating his aching leg to ease the pain.
He looked at the magazines again.
The mailing labels had been removed from all of them. Odd, but none of his business, he reminded
himself. He placed the letter to Nelson
at the bottom of the stack of magazines, then flipped through National
Geographic until Kate returned, dressed in flannel pajamas.
“Can you
tolerate instant hot chocolate?” she asked as she went past him toward the
kitchen.
“I’d love
it. Not that I wouldn’t milk a cow for
the real thing, if you had one.”
“We’ll use up
the milk at breakfast before it starts to turn.
Guess I won’t be able to put off cleaning out the fridge and freezer
another month now.”
“Maybe if you
bought a cow?”
Lee enjoyed
hearing her laugh. He had the sense she
didn’t do it much.
In a few
minutes, she emerged with a tray. She
placed it on the coffee table. Kate
handed Lee a mug, then settled in the bentwood chair by the stove. They quietly sipped the hot cocoa as the last
light disappeared. The skies had taken
on a pearlescent bluish/purplish cast.
“Not so bad
here at the end of the earth, is it?”
“I’ve been to
the end of the earth. Everything’s
blindingly white and blue. This is
closer to paradise.”
“You’ve been
to the Arctic Circle?”
“Yes.”
“With the
Navy?”
“Uh huh,” Lee
hedged, not wanting to bring up Seaview yet, not after finding Nelson’s book in
her house.
“Top secret?”
“The very
top,” Lee teased, expecting his response to get her to fish for information a
little. She didn’t bite.
“I’ll get that
radio for you now.” She headed outside
to the porch and returned with the radio pulled from Lee’s boat along with a
car battery and several loose wires. She
kneeled and set it on the coffee table in front of him. “Won’t know for sure about the transistors
until we hook it up. I lay the odds of
them being fried at 50-50.”
“Allow me,”
Lee said. He quickly wired the radio to
the battery. “Here goes.” No sound came at first. Lee switched channels. A burst of static rewarded him.
Kate smiled at
Lee, then got up and walked away.
“You can
stay.”
She shook her
head, exited through the front door and closed it behind her.
“This is
Whiskey Yankee Butler 309 calling the Coast Guard,” Lee repeated twice.
“We read you
Whiskey Yankee Butler 309. Is this an
emergency?”
“Negative,
sir. My boat is wrecked but I’m
safe. I was hoping to get word to folks
who may be worried about me. I have no
access to a phone and this radio will lose power soon.”
“Go ahead
then.”
Lee softened
his voice, in case she was listening.
“Would you please call 805-444-1212, at the Nelson Institute, and let
them know that Lee Crane is fine.”
“Glad to hear
that, Commander. We’ve been looking for
you. Your folks said they’d come get
you if we found you. May we have your
location?”
“Just let them
know that I’m safe and secure, but slightly dinged up, so they should set sail
without me. I’ll make contact later in
the week.”
“Yes sir. Could you at least give us a location?”
“Mr. Morton is
pestering you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Coast of
Maine, probably just a few miles shy of the border.”
“Coordinates,
sir?”
“One moment,
but don’t panic if you lose me. The
battery is going.” Lee turned the radio
off.
Kate remained
outside. Through the window, Lee could
see a candle burning by a chair illuminating her face.
Lee got up and
went to the door. Buster rose and
followed him. Once outside, Lee put his
hand on Kate’s shoulder. Buster rose up
tall on his hind legs and nudged it off.
Lee laughed. “That’s done. Thanks.”
“Do you need
to give them directions?”
“No, I just
told them I was fine and I’d be in touch later in the week. I’m still on leave.”
“You could do
better than here.”
“If you want,
I’ll leave first thing in the morning.”
“Not likely
unless you’re hiding a helicopter in your back pocket. Roads are still impassable according to the
news.”
“Transistor
radio?”
“Yes.” She pulled it from her robe pocket.
“Does that
thing get FM?”
“Why?”
“A little
music might be nice.”
“Sure.” She handed it to Lee. “Find what you like.”
“What do you
like?”
“Doesn’t
matter.”
“Why do you
try to make yourself irrelevant?”
“I am.”
Lee reached
out for her chin. “Hardly.”
She pushed his
hand away. “You don’t know anything
about me.”
“You could
have shot me earlier or not let me in your house. I know you are kind and smart.” Lee found a classical music station that
barely held. “How long has it been since
you’ve had any fun? Or allowed yourself
to smile?” he asked as he took her hand in his.
“Or danced?”
“A lifetime
ago.”
“I feel like
celebrating. Do you think you could
rally enough to join me?” He didn’t wait
for an answer. Lee Crane, bon vivant, at
your service. He initiated an easy
waltz. She didn’t seem to enjoy it much,
however. She wouldn’t allow herself, he
observed, even though she obviously knew the steps.
“You shouldn’t
do this on that calf,” she admonished as the piece ended a minute later. “I shouldn’t have let you.” She pulled away and headed inside.
Lee gave her a
minute and himself one too. I’m in full
knight in shining armor mode, he observed, maybe a bit too much. Slow down.
In another minute, he went inside.
She was stacking wood by the stove.
“I need to
seriously stoke this fire. Would you
mind gathering your things off the top so they don’t overheat?”
“Leg’s a
little stiff,” he said as he held on to the side of the couch and prepared to
sit. “Would you mind doing it for me?”
Without
looking directly at what she was picking up, she gathered his wallet and the
items he’d removed. She held them out to
his free hand, averting her gaze from the items.
“There are no
secrets there.”
“I know as
much as I need to know about you.”
Lee quietly
returned the contents to his wallet.
“Tell me about all your books upstairs.
It’s quite a collection.”
“I picked them
up at local sales.”
“All those
textbooks and journals?”
“Someone
donated boxes of them to the library. I
took the entire lot off their hands.”
Shut down
again. Still, Lee took the risk. “When I was browsing through one, a letter —
sealed and stamped, but never mailed — fell out of one. I brought it down. It’s underneath the magazines.” He reached for it and put it on top.
She didn’t ask
about it or even look too closely at it.
“Well, I guess the right thing to do would be to drop it at the post
office.”
“The person
might have changed their mind about mailing it.”
“No way to
know without opening it. Don’t think
it’s our business to do that.”
“I suppose
not, although I admit it’s tempting.”
“I think I’ll
turn in now. You’re welcome to stay up
later. Tomorrow I’ll ride my bike into
town and assess the roads so we can see about getting you home.”
Lee knew he’d
never make it home before Seaview set sail.
“No need to hurry.”
“Good for you,
but I’ve got a zillion chores and the storm has only added to them.”
“How about if
I stick around a couple of days to help you?
It’s the least I can do.”
“Afraid my
company won’t be very good after a day or so.”
“I’m up for
risking it.”
“Why do I get
the feeling you have a job where you always get your way?”
Lee
grinned. “Not to impose too much, but I
wouldn’t mind a hand going up. The leg,”
he pointed.
“Imagine that,
twinkle toes. Come on,” she extended her
hand.
At the top of
the stairs, as she helped him through the door to the bedroom, he kissed her on
the cheek. “Thanks for everything.”
She pulled
back quickly. “Goodnight, Lee.”
“Goodnight,
Kate.”
Chapter
4 - Getting to Know All About You
When Lee
awoke, the house was quiet. He hobbled
stiffly down the stairs. He noticed that
the letter on the coffee table to Nelson was gone. He continued to the kitchen in search of Kate
and Buster, but found a note instead: “Rode bike to town. Coffee on stove. Cereal in pantry. Use as much milk as you like or anything
else.”
“So Kate
really does want to get rid of me.” Lee
supposed he could let the Institute send a helicopter, but it seemed silly in
the aftermath of the storm when many others probably were still in dire need of
help and Lee was not. Besides, Jamie
would not let him sail with the calf injury, not when Seaview would be back in
port in two weeks.
Moreover, Lee
was rather relishing the challenge. He
could wear Kate down with the Crane charm.
She wasn’t immune. He’d seen the
signs amidst the resistance. Then there
was the mystery of whether she had some kind of relationship with the Admiral
that kept him from wanting to leave just yet.
After
breakfast, Lee took a magazine and journal from the coffee table upstairs to
compare the handwritten notes with those in some of the books. He deduced it could be the same person’s
writing, based on the “yes,” “no,” and “?” comments, although the writing in
the more current materials was much looser, larger and devoid of the cryptic
shorthand. But of course Lee hadn’t
seen Kate write any of it. Curiosity
unsatisfied, Lee returned the materials to the coffee table.
There was a
desk off the front hall by the dining room.
Lee found nothing of interest on top of it, not a piece of mail, a bill,
not a last name on any papers, just some generic stationery. How odd, the thought. Kate -- in her own home -- appeared to be a
woman with no last name. Lee knew there
had to be more, but whatever identification she had, she probably carried with
her. He opened the roll front portion of
the desk and still saw nothing to give Kate a last name or to indicate she
owned the home she inhabited. Maybe in
her bedroom, he wondered, but that would be crossing the line of privacy
invasion too far. Maybe, he had to admit
to himself, he already had crossed the line by looking in the desk. Enough, Lee told himself and headed
outside.
Lee exited the
front door to look around the property.
To the left was a barn with hens roaming about it. Lee was surprised to see solar panels atop
the south side of the barn roof. Inside
the barn he found numerous hand tools and stacks of electronic and motor
pieces. On a small table in a corner sat
a large journal replete with drawings, schematics, formulae, as if a thousand
ideas had tried to jump from her head to the pages within. “Well, that answers it. They’re peas in a pod, and he must have known
it then. Mad scientists one and all,
Harriman!” Okay. Nelson wasn’t mad, but maybe she was. Or maybe she was the daughter of a mad
scientist Nelson knew? Or maybe those books were some other mad
scientist’s? And maybe Lee Crane needed
to go back to the Seaview sooner rather than later because his imagination had
gotten carried away and he needed work to stop his rambling theorizing.
Lee made a
resolution. If she could get him to town
by car, he’d leave soon. Otherwise, he’d
play it by ear. How long could it take
to clear eight miles of road, anyway?
Town must have an inn or something; there was one around every corner in
coastal Maine. Absentmindedly, Lee
picked up a bucket of chicken feed and tossed it towards the hens who had
encircled him and pecked at his toes during his snooping.
That’s a good
houseguest, Lee. Help out. Stop digging.
He walked the property, gingerly dragging the bum calf along, but
flexing it some to promote healing (at least that’s what he thought he was
doing -- Doc might disagree). He picked
up strewn branches and added them to a compost pile on the side of the
garden. In the garden, he picked the
last of the season’s green beans, cucumbers and lettuce. Back at the house, on the south side, he harvested
a ripe tomato from the greenhouse that soon would lose functionality, owing to
seven shattered glass panes.
Lee returned
to the kitchen. He blanched the green
beans, then composed a salad with the lettuce, adding a can of tuna. He filled a pot with water, placed several
fresh eggs in the pot and brought it to a boil before turning off the
heat. He checked his watch. Twelve minutes later, he placed the egg pot
into the sink, carefully poured out most of the hot water without tipping out
the eggs, and ran cold water over them for several minutes. He peeled the cooled eggs and composed them
on the salad, impressed with his handiwork.
Only one piece was missing, but he didn’t know if he’d find them in her
pantry. He smiled broadly when he discovered
several tins of anchovies. “Et
voila. Salade niçoise,” he announced to
no one.
Tired now, and
conscious that the leg was complaining, Lee took his coffee mug and the pot to
the chair by the stove. He drank several
cups while staring contentedly at the sea.
An hour or so after he sat dozing in and out, he heard the crunch of
Buster’s paws on leaves as the dog approached the screen door.
“Good
afternoon,” he smiled as Kate let Buster inside. Buster immediately ran to Lee and nuzzled
him. Lee patted him in return.
“Afternoon to
you. Not so good, though. The roads are a mess. Trees and power lines are still down. We had to go through a mess several times to
get into town. Things weren’t much
better there. Most everything’s closed,
even the post office.”
“Speak to
anyone?”
“I’d lose my
hermit status if I did.” After a brief
pause, she answered Lee. “The man who
runs the post office and general store said that hopefully the power company
would make it up to town in a few days, based on shortwave chatter. He offered to send a message for you if you
like.”
“I’m fine,
really. Why don’t you go get out of
those things into something clean?”
“I’ve still
got chores to do.”
“I already fed
the chickens, picked up sticks, harvested the garden and made lunch. That should buy you long enough to get the
brambles out of your hair.”
She ran her
hand through her hair, hitting a bramble tangle. “I guess you have a point. Thanks.”
“Come Buster,”
Lee said, adding a whistle. The dog
responded, leaving his mistress alone.
Kate flashed a look back at Lee, one that questioned how he’d acquired
her dog’s loyalty in a day. Lee
shrugged.
Kate emerged a
few minutes later. Lukewarm showers
didn’t give much reason to linger. Lee
had lunch set out at the table.
“Nicoise salad, very nice. There are olives hiding at the back of the
fridge.”
“I didn’t want
to open it to look, but if you’d like.”
“I would. I’ll get them.”
She quickly
pulled a tub from the back recesses of the old refrigerator. “You want some?”
“Mai oui.”
“And I suppose
you wouldn’t refuse a glass of wine either.”
“I am on
vacation, Mademoiselle. I can refuse
nothing pleasurable.”
“I’ll be right
back.” Kate disappeared into the
basement. She returned with a dusty
bottle of French rosé.
“A perfect
choice, Mademoiselle. Permit me,” Lee proceeded to open the bottle with a
corkscrew he’d found while she was downstairs.
He filled two wine stems that Kate produced.
“Not your
first time doing that.”
“Non. And hopefully not my last either! Salud.”
“Are you
always this relentlessly upbeat?”
“Often, but
especially so after riding out a hurricane.”
They ate and
sipped. Lee could see how fast the wine
went to Kate’s head. He could not help
but like the change in her. By the
second glass, she was giggly. She’d been
transformed. Oh, the advantage he could
take now, the questions which he might get answered.
This time it
was she who turned on the transistor.
“Dance with me,” she said. Lee
nodded. At first they moved around a
bit, then it became a stationary dance.
Four minutes in, she looked at him, eyes welling. “Why are you here?”
Lee didn’t
answer with words. Instead he kissed her
on the mouth, full on. She didn’t
resist. If anything, she was the first
to seek more with her tongue. From there
to the couch took only minutes. Lee was
enjoying himself, but wondered whether he’d gone too far. “Are you sure?” he asked as she rubbed up
against his pants.
“Enough for
now. Just promise to forgive me if I
curse you later. When.”
“I’ll try,” he
smiled and moaned at the same time.
Minutes later,
the two lay entwined on the floor in front of the wood stove, exhausted. Buster had crawled and nudged his way in between
their legs.
Lee drifted
off to sleep for a few moments, as did Kate.
She awoke first. “Good
grief. What the hell have I done?”
Lee had
heard. “Accepted the grateful thanks of
a rescued sailor?” He stroked her
cheek, as he waited to see if she relaxed or exploded into self-contempt. He dreaded the latter, so he moved in close
to kiss her, holding her tight just in case.
He felt her body tense, heard her breath shorten.
“Swear to me
you’ll leave tomorrow.”
“If it makes
you happy, I’ll swear it.”
“Are you
happy?”
“Positively
giddy, considering that I nearly died alone at sea the other day. Instead, I’m safe and sound in an idyllic
cove in Maine with a lovely, intelligent woman.”
“That’s not
exactly happiness. It’s more like a
survivor’s adrenaline rush.”
“On top of all
of that, I have a great life, a job . . .”
“Please,
stop. I don’t want to know any
details.”
“Why?”
“You’ll be
gone tomorrow. The less information I
have to hold on to, the better.”
“I don’t
understand that.”
“You don’t
have to. You only have to accept it.”
“On one
condition.”
“What?”
“Tell me, if
you had only one day left on this earth, how would you spend it?”
“I don’t
know.”
“Think.”
“Outside. Sailing.
Watching the water. A simple meal
at dusk watching the sky darken.”
“Alone?”
“Ideally, no.”
“Then let’s
spend the afternoon doing just that.”
“I have work
to do.”
“Nothing that
can’t wait until tomorrow.” Lee put his
hand under her chin and leaned down to kiss her.
“There would
probably need to be more wine.”
“Is there more
in the basement?”
“Yes.”
“Easily
solved.”
“You can’t
sail, not with that leg.”
“You do the
work; I’ll tag along. Just promise to
yell before you come about so I have time to duck. Come on.
It’s just one day.” He handed her
the remnants of the bottle of wine.
Several
minutes later, Kate helped Lee to the dock and onto her daysailer. They didn’t go far, just a little outside the
cove and back and forth some, to assure that returning before dark would be
easy. Kate did most of the work, but Lee
couldn’t just sit there. When he had the
opportunity, he quietly fidgeted with the sail trim to optimize it.
“You’re
awfully good at this.”
“I have a lot
of experience. I . . . ”
She
interrupted immediately. “No details,
please.”
“Right. That’s one beautiful sky, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
They returned
silently to the dock. She gave him a
shoulder for support as he slowly took the stairs.
“How does it
feel?”
“It’s nothing
major.”
“Wait
here. I’ll go get a blanket.”
“And some
wine?”
“Right.”
Soon after,
they sipped pinot noir in silence as they watched the water and sky. Eventually, Lee placed his arm around her
shoulders. “This is nice, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“A better way
for a last day than capsizing at sea.”
“Hopefully
it’s not your last day.”
“Nor yours
either.” Lee kissed her on the back of
the neck. Lee continued, moving towards
her ear. She stared straight ahead.
“Why are you
here, like some protagonist out of a cheap romance novel?”
“Sometimes
life imitates art. Well, maybe not art,”
he laughed and resumed kissing her.
“Maybe just as a reminder to you that there’s more life out there.”
“Not for me.”
“Then for
today at least.” Lee pulled her face
into his. He kissed her deeply. She responded, but he also felt her
hesitation. He continued to
initiate.
“You’ll go
tomorrow. You promise?”
“I promise.”
That was
that. Later, they watched dusk settle,
with Lee’s arm around Kate’s back. The
chill in the air soon dictated that they head inside.
“How about I
make some dinner?” Lee offered.
“No, you
rest.”
“Really, I
insist. It’ll be simple.”
Lee rummaged
through the cabinets. “How about
spaghetti with anchovies?”
“Sounds
good. I’ll make a salad.”
“As long as
you stay right here, fine.”
“Why?”
“Because I
asked, because it feels good.” He
nuzzled her neck. “Because it’s okay to
feel good.”
“Until it all
falls apart.”
“If it falls
apart.”
“You’ll be
gone tomorrow, so it will.”
“You could
change your mind about that. I’d stay
longer.”
“No, just
today. All will be forgotten tomorrow.”
“I hope
not. That would rather hurt my ego.”
“Not all,
just, oh shut up.” She pressed her lips
on his. She got up and returned with
the leftover wine. “You do this often,
Lee?”
“No, but maybe
I should, I mean, this is damn nice.” He
reached over and caressed her briefly before he returned to cooking.
After dinner,
they each enjoyed a last glass of wine.
A certain awkwardness began to set in.
They moved into the living room, Lee on the couch, leg up on the coffee
table, Kate on the chair by the stove.
“Come here,”
Lee said. “Please, since you’re kicking
me out tomorrow.”
Kate was
reluctant at first, but yielded. Damn he
was handsome and that smile was simply unfair when combined with those eyes and
the curls that draped his forehead. The
beard, well, she couldn’t help but wonder how he’d look without it. There was also something a little bit
familiar about him too, but she couldn’t think what. Lee moved to put an arm around her, just as
she lunged for the transistor radio on the table. To his disappointment, she turned on a.m.
radio. “Weather, for tomorrow.” Not easily defeated, Lee once again
attempted to bring his arm around her shoulders, succeeding this time. They sat in companionable silence with Buster
on the floor nudging his head between their legs.
As the bottom
of the hour approached, the weather forecast was given: a beautiful day tomorrow, helpful for repair
crews and those cleaning up from the devastating storm.
“Sounds like
too pretty a day to get rid of a houseguest,” Lee joked, “especially one who
can help out with the chores.”
“You promised.”
“If you really
want,” Lee smoothed over, squeezing her a little. He felt her resistance fading.
“And now for
our headlines. Down East continues to
cleanup from the storm.
Dozens of people remain unaccounted for with twenty-three
deaths confirmed in Maine. Tens of
thousands of homes are without electricity or telephone. Utility crews are making slow progress and
urge patience. Many secondary roads
still remain blocked by downed trees and debris, preventing crews from
accessing lines. It may be weeks before
all customers return to the grid, especially those in the less populous regions
Down East. Sounds like a good time to
get out those chainsaws and axes and turn some of those downed trees into firewood. Just watch out for live wires, folks!
On the
national front, South Carolina and North Carolina continue to dig out from the
devastation caused by the hurricane earlier in the week before it moved out to
sea and then re-formed over northern Maine and the Canadian border. The death toll in the Carolinas currently
stands at 46, with hundreds more injured and many more left homeless. In related news, authorities in North
Carolina report that most of the prisoners from the heavily damaged Beaufort
Federal Penitentiary have been returned to custody. Authorities stress that Beaufort is a minimum
security facility that harbors mainly white collar criminals, so that the
populace should not feel unduly threatened by the convicts that remain at
large. Among them are Arnold Swenson,
imprisoned for forgery and considered one of the best in the world. Also at large is Dirk Christie, an
industrialist who was convicted of defrauding the government by producing
inferior and flawed products pursuant to military contracts, resulting in the
deaths of 24 sailors on the USS Solaris.”
Kate’s arm
brushed sideways, knocking her wine glass off the side table onto the floor.
“You okay?”
“Yes, just
tired.”
“Why don’t we
head upstairs then?”
Kate started
to shake her head “no” then abruptly changed course. “Yes.
Buster, stay here.”
Lee wondered
if that meant she was inviting Lee to usurp the dog for the night as her
companion. He’d be fine with that, but
it struck him as off. In the last few
seconds, he had sensed her closing down.
Kate left him
at the spare room with a lantern in hand.
“Thanks for today.”
“It doesn’t
need to end yet.”
“You leave in
the morning.”
“If the roads
are passable.”
“We’ll
manage. Good night.” Kate backed away too quickly for even a peck
on the cheek and disappeared into her bedroom.
Lee heard the click of the lock engaging.
“Good night,
Kate,” he said loudly. Lee washed up and
prepared for bed. He wavered between
feeling disappointed and insulted. He
was baffled by her behavior, but had no choice but to accept her decision. He took a business card out of his wallet and
wrote his home number and a note on the back.
“I’m here for you, no matter what,” he jotted on the back. He knew she’d reject the offer of the card in
person so he left it on top of the dresser where she would find it after he was
gone.
Without much
thought, Lee pulled Nelson’s book off the shelves and took it with him to the
bed. He briefly enjoyed reading through
the text and the notes written in the margin until Nelson’s card again fell
out. He read over the words, so similar
to what he’d just written. No, Nelson
couldn’t possibly have known her in the same way. Could he?
Lee disliked where his mind was going.
Yes, he’d leave tomorrow if it was plausible. He’d promised. Besides, maybe Nelson could give him
answers. If he decided to ask them. He wasn’t certain yet if he would or
should.
Chapter
5 - Separating
When Lee awoke
in the morning and came downstairs, cold cereal was set out with warm
coffee. Kate was missing at first, then
came in looking as if she’d been hard at work since dawn. “Chores,” she grunted. “We leave in ten minutes.”
“Are the roads
suddenly better?”
“We can make
it partway in the car and you can take the bike the rest of the way.”
“What about my
calf?”
“It won’t get
worse for wear on the bike. I’ll walk
along with you for the last part if you need help.”
“Why can’t we
just wait another day or two?”
“Mr. Gurney
will get in contact with someone to help get you home or he’ll put you up until
arrangements can be made.”
“That I’d just
as soon stay here doesn’t matter?”
“You
promised.”
“Oh come on,
you know what men will say to get their way.”
“Women too,
except I meant it. It has to be this
way. Please don’t make this more
difficult.”
“I don’t see
why it should be, but I’m a man of my word.”
Lee went upstairs to gather his things.
He noticed, for the first time, that his service revolver had been
unloaded. He decided not to say anything
about it to Kate, figuring that if it made her more comfortable about letting
him stay there, it was a fair price.
They got in
the car without speaking although Buster expressed irritation at the front seat
being occupied by Lee instead of him and he kept trying to hurdle over the seat
between them to resume his regular spot.
Kate ordered him back and to stay three times before Buster finally
resigned himself and stretched out along the back seat. Later, Lee tried to make small talk a time
or two. Kate didn’t engage.
They were able
to take the car nearly half way. Lee
suspected that Kate had done some clearing the day before or that morning to
make a partial drive possible. Once they
got to a large tree blocking the road, Kate hauled the bike out of the back of
the wagon and placed it on the other side of the tree. Lee sat down on the trunk and pivoted over to
the other side of the road without waiting for Kate to help. Kate insisted on helping him steady himself
on the bike. Afterward, Lee used the
bike for much of the remaining four miles, taking a very slow pace that allowed
him to skirt the debris and for Kate and Buster to stay close by. The motion only strained his calf a
little. Once in town, Kate escorted Lee inside the combination gas
station/post office/food mart called “Gurney’s” while Buster remained outside.
“Mr. Gurney,
this is that fellow I mentioned to you the other day. Will you help him get home?”
“Yes, Miss
Kate. Good to meet you fella. Heard you had quite the adventure getting
here.”
“Quite,” Lee
said.
“Well, I’ve
got a spare room that’s waiting for you.
You might even manage a hot shower if the generator doesn’t kick off
again. Goes for a couple of hours then
sputters out. I’ve been too busy here to
take a look see.”
“I’d be happy
to take a look at the generator for you,” Lee and Kate offered nearly
simultaneously.
“Must be my
lucky day!” Mr. Gurney said. “Come on
over to the house and I’ll show it to you.”
“I’ll just
head on back now, if you don’t mind, seeing as Lee can help.”
“I mind,” Lee
said.
“They always
say two heads are better than one, so why don’t you stay and help, Miss
Kate? I’ll fix you a hot bowl of chowder
in return.”
“You don’t
play fair, Mr. Gurney. He makes the
meanest pot of clam chowder in these parts.”
“And further,”
Mr. Gurney nodded. Inside his unlocked
front door, Mr. Gurney tested the light switch.
“Out again.” He handed Kate and
Lee a flashlight each. “I’ll show Lee
his room before you get started so I can head back to the store. The last of the batteries and candles will be
gone before noon, I expect.”
Mr. Gurney
took Lee and his bag up stairs. “Help
yourself to anything in the kitchen or bath, young man.”
“I appreciate
your hospitality, Mr. Gurney. Thanks.”
“You got a
message you want me send out for you on shortwave? Or you want to do that later yourself?”
“Truth is I’m
in no hurry. I kind of like it here.”
“Miss Kate
made it seem like you were anxious to get out of town.”
“I think it’s
more like Kate is anxious to get rid of me.”
“I got the
impression the other day that Miss Kate was enjoying your company. Even thought I saw a little twinkle in her
eye yesterday and today too. But they
do say when you live alone too long, you kind of get used to it.”
“You live
alone?”
“No. My wife, Elsa, is in Vermont with our
daughter Bonnie. She runs a B&B and
Elsa helps her out during peak leaf season.
How about you, you married?”
“Only to the
job.”
“Which is?”
“Engineering
mostly.”
“Good for
you. And me too if you can fix up that
generator. We better get back to Miss
Kate and the generator before she wonders what we’ve gotten up to. Just know that if you’d like to stick around
a few more days, I’d have no objection.
Lots of folks could use a helping hand right now.”
They returned
downstairs. “Tools, rags and materials
are in the basement. The old beast is
just outside the basement door. If you can’t
find something you need, feel free to come cabbage anything from the
store. Miss Kate, you’re welcome to a
hot shower here to clean up if you need or want to. You can even borrow some of Bonnie’s old
clothes from the upstairs bedroom if you need a fresh set. I bet you wish you’d gotten around to getting
that generator last winter, after all!”
“Thanks, Mr.
Gurney. I might just take you up on that
offer and exhaust your supply of Old Spice.”
“Gals just
love it,” Mr. Gurney winked at Lee. Kate
shook her head “no” while suppressing a chuckle.
They carefully
descended into the damp and dark basement on rickety old steps illuminated only
by their flashlights.
“Looks just
like every other basement in New England.
No one ever throws anything out in case they might someday need it.”
“At least Mr.
Gurney’s basement is well organized and clean.
Mine is, well, a mess, leftover from the prior owner added to by my
mess.”
“I’d have
never have guessed you for a messy basement kind of woman. Everything in your house is so meticulous.”
“Except what
I’m hiding in the basement.”
“Which is?”
“A mess!” she
laughed.
“Oh good, you
do still like me.”
Kate
immediately clammed up. Lee found the
door to the outside, opening it to let in some light. “This thing must be thirty years old!”
“Easily. Mr. Gurney said the missus made him buy it
just before Bonnie was born or she was going to move back in with her parents
in Vermont.”
“He’s a
character, isn’t he?”
“Yes, I . . .
never mind.”
“Were you on
the verge of admitting an attachment to Mr. Gurney? A liking even? Something to expel you from the ornery hermit
society?”
“I am not
ornery.”
“Well, maybe
not, at least not until last night. I
wouldn’t mind it if you enlightened me as to why, given we had a pretty
delightful time all day.”
“How about if
we start her and see what the problem is?”
“Exactly what
I thought I’d already done,” Lee smiled.
“Wicked
funny,” Kate snarled as she manually restarted the generator. It engaged for a minute, sputtered, kicked,
then died.
“What do you
think, carburetor or circuit load?”
“Either, both,
and a heap of dirt.”
“Yes, now I
see why Mr. Gurney offered his shower so readily. How about if I check the circuit load
first?” Kate nodded in assent. “Yep, she’s short-circuiting. How about if you track that down while I give
the carburetor a good cleaning just in case?”
“It could only
help.”
Two hours
later, Lee and Kate jointly had broken down the generator, cleaned and
reassembled it. “You want to test drive
her or should I?” Lee started it after
Kate pointed toward him. “Et voila! What great teamwork. And clearly not your first time.”
Kate rolled
her eyes at Lee. His infectious good
nature could almost make her forget. She
closed her eyes for a few seconds in self defense only to be startled by a rag
wiping across her cheek.
“You, my dear,
are completely filthy!” Lee said as he
continued wiping her face. Kate was
frozen. “And adorable,” Lee added as he
planted a kiss on her. “Come on upstairs
and use Bonnie’s shower. I didn’t see a
trace of Old Spice in there.” Lee kissed
her again, this time coming inside her mouth.
Kate yielded. He took her by the
hand. “Come on. I’ll scrub your back,” he said as he gently
tugged. Kate -- oddly misty-eyed --
followed, as if she wanted him, but was also afraid of something.
Lee started
the shower for her. Then he kissed
her. She kissed back. She took off her shirt. He kissed her again. He took off his shirt. She kissed him on the lips, then on the
chest. They removed each other’s clothes
piece by piece after that, breaking only to kiss. When the clothes were gone, Lee stepped into
the back of the shower and held his hand out to Kate, who entered in front of
him.
Washing. Foreplay.
They became one in the same.
Kate’s arms wrapped around Lee’s neck as he held her up while they
finished what they’d started. Lee’s
gentle assistance kept her from slipping as her feet returned to the bottom of
the tub. Necks wrapped around each other
as hot water slid down their faces. Kate
crying. Lee’s hand reaching out to wipe
away her tears, concerned and confused.
“I didn’t hurt
you, did I?”
“No.”
“Tell me.”
Tears slid
down her cheeks. “No, Lee. I’m sorry.
This isn’t about you. Please
don’t take it that way. I’ve got to
go. Thank you. I mean it.”
“I can help if
you let me.”
“You have
helped. More than you can know.”
Kate grabbed a
towel and fled to the bedroom. Lee
stayed back, torn at what to do, whether to do anything. He met up with her in the hallway as she
opened the bedroom door to leave.
“Please stay.”
She shook her
head. “I wish I could.”
Lee threw on
clothes hurriedly, then he slowed down a bit when he saw her go into Mr.
Gurney’s store. Chowder at Mr. Gurney’s
would buy him a few minutes. Mr. Gurney
wouldn’t let her disappear quickly. Lee
entered two minutes behind Kate confident in that knowledge. When he didn’t see her at one of the two
small cafe tables, he worriedly looked through the rest of the store but found
no sign of her. Mr. Gurney emerged from
a door behind the counter.
“Where’s
Kate?” Lee asked with urgency, noting that Mr. Gurney’s eyes were moist.
Mr. Gurney
came out from behind the counter and put his arm around Lee’s shoulder. “It’s like this, son. She has to go and you need to let her. She has a hard road ahead.”
“God, is she
sick? Is that what she wouldn’t tell
me?”
“I’m not at
liberty to tell you. I can only tell you
that you brought a little sunshine into her life these last few days, any fool
could see that. She said to tell you
goodbye. She said she hopes you don’t
think badly of her.”
“Badly of her? I’m just confused. Hopelessly confused.”
“Women can do
that to a man. Sit a spell. I’ll bring you some chowder. It’ll help.”
“Yes,
thanks. Maybe afterward, I can use your
shortwave?”
Mr. Gurney
nodded. He emerged with two large bowls
of chowder and served Lee one that was filled to the brim. “Mind if I join you for lunch?”
“I’d be
honored.”
“Any luck with
the generator?”
Lee looked
puzzled. “Kate didn’t tell you? Yes, it should be fine now.”
“Many
thanks. We don’t expect power for a few
more days and the temperature is going to dip.
I might have to ask you take the couch so some neighbors can bunk in
too.”
“Absolutely,
although I think I might leave soon.”
“Your reason
for staying being gone and all?”
Lee nodded,
then took a giant spoonful of chowder.
“Chip would kill for this chowder.”
“Who?”
“A colleague
of mine. He likes to eat.”
“Don’t we
all? Well, now that I say that, you are
a bit on the skinny side.”
“High
metabolism.”
“So Miss Kate
didn’t tell me how you ended up on her doorstep. What were you doing out sailing during a
hurricane?”
Lee
chuckled. “Guess I can try my answers
out on you before the Admiral. I have a
feeling his reaction and yours will be similar.”
“Eat first.”
“Then face the
firing squad?”
Mr. Gurney
shrugged. They both ate, slurping the
only noise for a few minutes.
“Definitely
the best chowder I can recall.”
“Thanks. Now in exchange, I’d like to hear your
story.”
“My mother
died two weeks ago, quickly, well, to me, since she never let me know she was
sick. Afterward, I came up to close up
the summerhouse and well, sailing is in my blood and I knew it would help me
feel a little better. The hurricane had
pushed out to sea, so I thought I’d be fine.
A lightning strike nearly did my boat in, but lady luck pushed me into
Kate’s cove. That’s about it.”
“T’weren’t
lady luck, so much as the pull of Shipwreck Cove. Currents are such that any wreck within fifty
miles tends to get sucked into that cove and then torn apart on the
shallows. That’s why Kate’s house is so
isolated. Most everyone wants deep
water. It’s darn near impossible to take
anything that draws deeper than a daysailer in or out of the cove without hitting
rocks or a wreck. I’m amazed you didn’t
hit anything on your way in.”
“She’s a
fairly shallow drafting boat, but not that much so. The storm surge was several feet above normal
tide, however, and the current pretty much drew me right down the center,
sparing her from the cliffs. Dumb luck,
I’d say, as it wouldn’t have taken much of a hit to finish her off.”
“So where are
you from?”
“Home was
Providence, summers were in Yarmouth. I
live in Santa Barbara now.”
“California’s
a long ways from here. What kind of
engineering you do out there?”
“I, uh,
captain a sub.”
“Oh, right,
Navy man going by the ring.”
“Naval reserve
now. It’s a private sub, owned by the
Nelson Institute for Marine Science.”
“That’s that
giant sub with the windows, you mean.
You’re putting me on! You got
shipwrecked in a cove in Maine after sailing a little boat in a hurricane and
you’re the captain of the biggest sub in the world! Dang.
Now that’s one heck of a tale!”
Lee brought
his hand to his forehead. “Yep, that’s
just about how I expect Admiral Nelson is going to react.”
“The
shortwave’s all yours, my boy!” Mr.
Gurney guffawed as he pointed the way.
“I’m assuming you know how to use one,” he winked.
Lee, head hung
low, made contact with the Institute.
Angie arranged for a Coast Guard helicopter pickup late that
afternoon. Lee took a sack of mail
aboard at Mr. Gurney’s request. After he
was dropped off at the Portland airport, Lee stopped by the airline counter to
change his return flight to Santa Barbara that Angie booked to several days
later. As long as he missed Seaview’s
departure, he might as well finish closing up his mother’s summer house in
Yarmouth. No, his house, now. Whatever was left of it after the storm. He rented a car and set off to see what was
left of it.
Chapter
6 - Homeward Bound
Lee was
pleased to discover that the summer house was intact, albeit without
electricity or heat. Aside from clearing
some brush, there was little he could fix himself with materials on hand. He arranged for minor repairs and upkeep to
be done later by the winter caretaker that his mother had retained for
years. Otherwise, Lee bundled up in
sweaters and blankets, and rested and remembered, arriving at a more peaceful
place than he had been before he’d been shipwrecked. Two days later, he caught commercial flights
from Portland to Logan then to LA. and then puddle jumped to Santa Barbara. Angie arranged for a driver to meet him. Lee directed the driver to his home instead
of the Institute since the Seaview was out on a mission.
A long, hot shower was high on Lee’s wish
list. Then there was the beard. It would be ill met by his colleagues even
though there were no actual regulations against one on Seaview. He went through three blades before
successfully ridding himself of it.
Lee’s other
hope in going home first was to find a message on his answering machine. While there were several, none were from
Maine. Lee was disappointed but
rationalized that even had she had wanted to call, she probably still didn’t
have phone service.
Lee enjoyed
the drive to the office, although using his calf to work the clutch led to a
few grimaces. The Cobra, top down, sped
merrily along the curves. Control of
his car felt familiar and joyous after several weeks of having little control
over his destinations. The Southern
California weather was also a delight.
“Glad to have
you back, Lee,” Angie chirped.
“Good to see
you too.”
“Will you take
me out later and tell me everything?”
“Sorry,
Angie. Not much to tell.”
“Right. You were shipwrecked and found shelter with a
hermit until you could get home. No
interesting details to share at all?”
“Nope, afraid
not. Besides, the hermit swore me to
secrecy!”
Angie huffed.
He sidled up
on the corner of her desk. “So, how much
trouble am I in?” he smiled.
“He was pretty
steamed that you’d gone sailing with a hurricane nearby, but then worry took
over. Once you were found, he went back
to hovering between furious and relieved.
You could have provided a little more detail to the Coast Guard, you
know. Lee Crane’s ‘slightly dinged up’
didn’t put anyone at ease. So what
hurts?”
“Just a mild
calf sprain.”
“It’s not like
you to ground yourself for something like that.”
“I guess I
needed the time to get my head on straight.”
“I’m so sorry
about your mother, Lee. She was a lovely
woman.”
“Thanks.”
“You sound a
lot better now.”
“Nothing like
surviving a shipwreck in a hurricane to give you perspective.”
“Shall we send
a gift package from the Institute to your hermit friend? What do you think he might like?”
“What makes
you think the hermit was a he?” Lee grinned a mile wide.
Angie had
opened her mouth to ask when the intercom bellowed: “Angie!”
“Damn. Seaview should still be at sea. What happened?”
Angie put up a
finger to hush Lee. “Yes, sir?”
“Bring me more
coffee and I want to see Captain Crane the moment he arrives.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Guess I
should go in, huh?”
“If you’d have
called first, I might have suggested you extend your leave. He’s fit to be tied.”
“I’ll go be
the sacrificial lamb, then. Would you
mind bringing me a cup too?”
* * *
“Good morning,
Admiral.”
“Lee, lad, how
the dickens are you?”
“Fine, just
fine.”
“Seen the
doctor yet?”
“No, it’s
nothing an Ace bandage won’t cure.”
“Will won’t
like you deciding that.”
Lee
shrugged. “I didn’t expect to find you
here. What happened to the mission?”
“Aside from
you missing it?” Nelson railed then calmed.
“We aborted it and returned early this morning.”
“Why?”
“A number of
troubling things.”
“Are you going
to make me work for the information?”
“No, I’m just
spinning a bit. Two days ago, Angie
faxed me a copy of a letter that was hand-delivered here. The contents were downright bothersome. Right after that, I received some other
disconcerting news. I decided it best to
bring Seaview back home for inspection.”
“I’m not
following you well, Admiral. What
exactly needs inspection and what caused the sudden worry?”
“Ghosts of the
past, lad, ghosts of the past. Many of
Seaview’s original parts were produced by or for Conglomerated Industries. The letter suggested that some parts may fail
from premature stress. Even though I
don’t think the danger is imminent -- if there really is any -- if the letter
is correct, the results of failure could be catastrophic. I decided to exercise caution for once.”
“I’m proud of
you, sir.”
“Yes, well a
certain Exec suggested that I think about what a certain AWOL Captain would
do.”
“Hey, I was on
official leave!”
“To close up a
house, yes, to sail through a hurricane, the hell you were!”
“We still get
most of our parts from Conglomerated. I
suppose this means finding new suppliers.
That could take some time.”
“No, this is
an issue that goes back a long time, before Conglomerated’s management
changed. I trust them completely now.”
“I’m not
familiar with the company’s history, Admiral.”
“Nor should
you be. You were still in Navy when
Seaview was built. That son of a bitch
Dirk Christie was running the company then.”
“Dirk Christie? That name rings a bell, a recent one too.”
“He’s been in
federal prison for several years.
Unfortunately, the bastard escaped from jail last week when the
hurricane ripped through the Carolinas.”
“Oh, right, I
heard that on the radio last week.”
“What I’d give to take his hide down.”
“His
conviction had to do with that disaster on the Solaris, right? I can’t remember the trial, though. Did he plead out?”
“It was a
short trial, and because of national security concerns, very little of it was
publicly reported.”
“So do you
want to share what exactly is in the letter you got and why it has you so
rattled? Knowing you, you must have
checked out the old Conglomerated parts for issues long before now.”
“Yes, of
course. What I didn’t do is check out
every part manufactured by outside subcontractors of Conglomerated, a damn
stupid oversight. The letter says, among
other things, that the herculite windows on Seaview may be unstable ten years
earlier than expected. Apparently
Christie tampered with the specifications for tempering transmitted by
Conglomerated to the subcontractor. If
that’s true, those windows are subject to structural failure anytime.”
“Have you
looked into it?”
“It’s being
analyzed by the best experts available as we speak. If the windows are bad now, we could be in
dry dock for months!” Nelson banged a
fist on his desk.
“Dare I ask
whom the letter was from?”
“That’s the
damnedest thing. It’s from a scientist
who once worked for Christie, the one whose testimony convicted him.”
“What about
that is surprising?”
“The letter is
dated more than three years ago. It
arrived here out of the blue by courier with no explanation for the delay.”
Lee’s head
snapped to attention. “May I see the
letter?”
Nelson pulled
it out of his inbox. Lee glanced
momentarily at the writing on the first page.
“Anything else come with it?”
Nelson pointed
to the wastebasket. “Just the
envelopes.”
“May I?”
“Help
yourself.”
Lee reached
into the waste can. He found two
envelopes on top. The large envelope
contained only Admiral Nelson’s name, no address, and the note: “Urgent - Hand Deliver by Courier”. The writing was unfamiliar. The second, smaller envelope was the one he’d
found at Kate’s. Lee inhaled deeply in
thought.
“What is it,
Lee?”
“The scientist
who turned Christie in, was it a woman?”
“Yes, that’s
how the defense nearly torpedoed the case.
She was involved with Christie personally and professionally. They tried to make it appear as if it was a
matter of a woman scorned, that she’d set out to ruin him by sabotaging his
business. As if what he did wasn’t bad
enough, he destroyed the career of one of the brightest minds of your
generation.” Nelson’s face was red with
rage.
“What was her
name?”
“Anne, Anne
Simon. How I tried to get that girl to
come to work for me. But old Harriman
Nelson didn’t have the charm that Christie did, couldn’t sell the glamour he
did.”
“Not to pry,
Admiral, but were you interested in her for more than her work?”
“Oh, Lee, I’m
old enough to be her father.”
“That doesn’t
answer the question.”
“Really, Lee,
no, it wasn’t like that.”
Lee continued
to look questioningly at Nelson. “Are
you being honest with yourself?”
“I felt
strongly about her, Lee, but not that way, truly.”
“Nevertheless,
is it possible that she might have interpreted your interest as unwelcome
personal interest?”
“It never
occurred to me, Lee, but damn it, you know how passionate I sometimes come
across about what we do. If I think of
it in that light, I might even have been responsible for pushing her further
into Christie’s clutches.”
“What happened
to Ms. Simon?”
“Dr. Simon
-- she had a Ph.D. or two. God, I wish I knew for certain. She disappeared off the face of the earth
after the trial -- the Witness Protection Program. I’ve always fostered hope that I’d hear from
her again someday.”
“Because your
door is always open and if ever she changes her mind, you’ll welcome her with
open arms.”
“What? Where the hell did that come from?”
“Oh have I got
a doozy of a story for you, Admiral.”
Chapter
7 - A Dubious Rescue Mission
Lee spent the
next hour telling the Admiral about his week, excluding highly personal
details. Nelson listened attentively,
fighting off numerous urges to interrupt and question.
“I don’t
suppose you have any pictures of Dr. Simon?”
“I’m sure I
can rummage up one from my files, but I can’t imagine who else it could
be. Can you?”
“No, I’d
pretty much concluded the books were hers before I left. I just didn’t know who she was.”
Nelson turned
his chair away from Lee, rolled it two feet to the right of his credenza, and
stopped in front of a four foot tall locked filing cabinet. Lee knew this to be Nelson’s personal
cabinet. Nelson unlocked it, reached
into the third drawer, and pulled out a newspaper clipping of Dr. Anne Simon
and Dirk Christie, which he handed to Lee.
After a second’s look, Lee nodded affirmatively.
“Well, Lee, what do we do now?”
“Do?”
“She’s got a
brilliant mind that going to waste. It’s
ridiculous.”
“She’s a grown
woman, Admiral. If she wanted to be
elsewhere, she would go.”
“Oh,
bosh. She just doesn’t realize she has
other options, real options. Besides,
with Christie on the loose, she’s in grave danger.”
“She obviously
knew that. That’s why she wouldn’t let
me stay another day, even though the roads still weren’t clear.”
“We can help
her, Lee.”
“She doesn’t
want our help.”
“How do you
know?”
“Because I
left the door open for her too. She
hasn’t called.”
“What about
this?” Nelson slammed the letter from
her on the desk.
“That’s not a
request for help. She’s helping us.”
“So I have to
take her help and not return any? Don’t
be absurd.”
“Admiral, this
didn’t work the last time you pursued her.
Maybe there’s a lesson there?”
“Lee Crane,
sometimes you are the biggest stick in the mud!” Nelson lit a cigarette and paused. “And speaking of sticks in the mud, you have
a wreck that you’re obligated to remove from her property. Don’t you think you should do that sooner
rather than later?”
“Sure,
sir. Why don’t we take the Seaview there
to help while we’re at it?”
The Admiral
sighed loudly in frustration. “Go on
home for the rest of the day, Lee. We’ll
talk more tomorrow. Let cooler heads
prevail.”
“Yes,
sir.” Lee left wondering if Nelson was
referring to his own head or some imagined conduct of Lee’s he’d use to justify
his own wants. It wouldn’t be the first
time.
* * * * *
Lee had a fair
inkling of the Admiral’s intentions when Chip called him later that night. “What’s up, Lee? The Admiral called and told me to show up
first thing in the morning with a bag packed for a few days, for someplace
colder than here. When I asked him if
you were coming, he said he didn’t know.”
“Hard to know
if you don’t ask.”
“He didn’t
call you?”
“No, he’s busy
pretending to me that he’s thinking before he acts.”
“So you know
what it’s about, Lee?”
“More or
less.”
“That’s all
you’re going to tell me?”
“Yes, I’ll see
you in the morning.”
“With a packed
bag?”
“Someone’s got
to handle him. Goodnight.”
Lee had
difficulty falling asleep, troubled by several things. First, he’d left Kate when she was in
danger. Had he known or understood, he
wouldn’t have gone, or at the least he would have hovered nearby. Given that, he wondered why he argued with
Nelson against going to help her. Was it
really out of respect for Kate’s wishes, the true motivation for which he did
not know when he’d left? Or was Lee
somehow troubled by the underlying relationship between Kate and the Admiral, a
relationship about which he knew Nelson was not being honest? After all, he kept clippings and a file about
her in his personal cabinet, not the Institute’s. Then there was the puzzling question of why
he kept a file on Anne Simon in the drawer marked “N-R”.
* * *
Lee arrived at
Nelson’s office at 5:45 a.m. He hoped
that being early would get him a private audience with the Admiral. Lee knocked on the door.
“Come in,
Lee.”
“How’d you
know?”
“Only time
you’re not early is if you’ve been kidnapped or taken over by an alien.”
“I want you to
reconsider this.”
“No.”
“Look, the
Justice Department knows about Christie’s escape. The U.S. Marshals will take care of her
security if she’s in the Witness Protection Program. We don’t need to get in their crosshairs.”
“True, the
Department is aware of the situation, but their resources in Maine are quite
limited, especially so given the situation in the Carolinas. They indicated they would be delighted if we
could provide her with private security.”
“She won’t
react well to your bull in the china shop act.
I don’t know the details, but I have a good hunch she didn’t the last
time.”
“Then when
she’s safe, she can tell me to stuff my job offer. This is something I need to do.”
“Why do you
feel so strongly about this?”
“I told you
yesterday, she has one of the finest scientific minds of your generation. Is that not enough? What’s the matter with you? Why don’t you want to help her?”
“I’m just
trying to respect her wishes.”
“I’m just
trying to give her the protection her government promised her.”
“There are
things you’re not telling me, Admiral.”
“Nothing that
we can’t cover as we travel.”
Lee knew he’d
been outmaneuvered by the old man yet again.
He could not help but laugh inwardly at the fact, even as he harbored
serious doubts about what they were about to do.
“Anything
special we need to take?”
“Your
sidearm. I’ve taken care of everything
else.”
“What does
everything else include, Sir?”
“Sharkey and
Kowalski will be meeting us there.”
“If we’re
going on the Institute’s plane, why wouldn’t they go with us?”
“They’ll be
bringing the Flying Sub.”
“What the
devil? Why, Admiral?”
“I have my
reasons.”
“Do you know
how many UFO sightings will result?”
The Admiral
smiled coyly. “It’s been a dull week in
the Midwest.”
“You are going
to explain it to me?”
“Later,”
Nelson sighed in relief as Chip and Will Jamieson arrived, bags at their feet,
puzzled looks on their faces.
“What’s this
all about, Admiral?” the doctor asked.
“All in due
course.”
“Captain, your
leg is taped. What’s wrong with it?”
“Do you have
x-ray vision or something, Doc?”
“I can tell by
how you’re moving.”
“And by Mr.
Morton’s big mouth,” Lee said casting a glance at his friend. “It’s just a mild calf strain, no big deal.”
“Well, I’ll
have plenty of time to make that determination myself over the next few hours,
won’t I?”
* * *
Once on board
the plane, the Admiral opted for a nap instead of talking. Chip followed suit.
“Pull up the
pant leg,” Jamie demanded.
Lee rolled his
eyes.
“Don’t mess
with me, Lee. I have a gown in this bag
and if you don’t cooperate, I’ll insist on a full exam.”
Lee huffed and
pulled up the pant leg. “Honestly,
Jamie, besides a couple of cuts and bruises, I got a mild calf sprain.”
Jamie untaped
Lee’s leg, moved it around a little and re-taped it without saying a word.
“I told you it
wasn’t serious.”
“History has
taught me to discount your self diagnoses, although I’ll concede that you’re
right this time.”
“No
compliments on my taping skills?”
“With all the
practice you’ve had, I’ve come to expect a level of excellence. Lee, I’m worried about the Admiral. What’s really going on?”
“He’s not
being forthcoming with me either, Jamie.
There’s something very personal going on.”
“Stop
whispering about me you two. Get some
shuteye. There won’t be a lot on the
other end.”
Two hours
later, the Admiral woke Chip and Jamie for the promised powwow. Lee did not appear to have rested, but to
have spent the time staring at the Admiral.
“Our goal is
to find Dr. Simon and bring her back to Santa Barbara.”
“Whether or
not she wants to come?” Lee asked
pointedly.
“For now,
yes. It’s a matter of national
security.”
“How? It’s been years since she had any access to
any classified data,” Lee argued.
“It doesn’t
get old that fast.”
“Then what do
you mean ‘find her’? I’m unaware that
she’s missing.”
“According to
our source, Lee, she left her home shortly after you departed, ostensibly to
report to a safe house. Our source
believes she intends to return, however.”
“Mr. Gurney?”
“Yes, he is
her contact in the Witness Protection Program.
He’s a retired policeman.”
“What does he
think?”
“He said that
she was very torn up when he gave her the news.
He wasn’t sure that she was going to comply, and frankly, at the time,
he wasn’t sure how she was supposed to comply.
The roads were still not entirely passable.”
“We had to
leave the car a few miles outside of town.”
“Mr. Gurney
offered his car, but she wouldn’t take it.
Then he arranged for a friend to clear the way from her house with a
bulldozer.”
“So do we know
if she left?” Chip asked.
“Yes, Mr.
Gurney saw her car pass through later in the day. That said, he wasn’t convinced she was going
to report to the safe house.”
“Why?” Lee
asked.
“Because she
did not ask him to look after the chickens.”
“With due
respect, Admiral,” Chip offered, “an escaped felon may be coming after her for
revenge and chickens are relevant?”
“I’ll field
that one. Yes, Chip,” Lee said.
“Care to
explain that to me?”
“Let me try,
Commander Morton,” the Doctor interrupted.
“Can you imagine someone who -- for whatever reason -- always places
other’s needs and welfare above their own?”
Lee glanced
crossly at the doctor.
“We’re talking
chickens, here,” Chip said. “You know,
you can just open the coop doors and let them out to forage for insects. They’ve managed to feed themselves without
human help for thousands of years.
Organic, non-grain fed, cage free, delicious. The birds and their eggs.”
“All true, but
I think we have to presume that Mr. Gurney knows her better than we do,” said
the Admiral.
“That and the
fact that she has yet to report to the safe house, correct, Admiral?” Lee half
asked, half stated.
Nelson’s eyes
narrowed at Lee. “Yes, that’s correct.”
“Meaning the
Justice Department has bowed out -- since she’s violated the terms of the
Witness Protection Program?”
“Did you make
your own inquiries?” Nelson accused Lee.
“No, I just
know how the game is played.”
“So what’s the
plan and why am I along?”
“Hopefully
just for good cheer and company, Doctor,” Nelson answered.
“Right. I brought my bag — the big one — just in
case.”
“Good. When we get to Brunswick NAS, we’ll be
splitting up. Will and Chip, you’ll be
flown to a private airfield near Bar Harbor.
A car will be waiting for you.
You’ll check from Ellsworth north as far as Machias, following up on Mr.
Gurney’s theory that in lieu of following the Department of Justice’s order to
report to a safe house, she went on a supply run. Be discreet as we may not be the only ones
looking for her. I’ve packed a briefcase
for you with more details and a DynaTAC since most of the phone lines in the
area are still down. Use the battery
judiciously.”
“Sounds like
we’re looking for a needle in a haystack, Admiral,” Will said.
“Maine’s just
a series of small towns.”
“Filled with
people who don’t like to talk about other people’s business,” Lee added. “So what about you and me?”
“Lee, you
don’t need to be running around on that leg.
We’ll be going to Anne’s house.
Kowalski and Sharkey will meet us there with FS1. ”
Crane withheld
the myriad questions he had. He knew
Nelson was holding back, but he didn’t want to push him in front of Chip and
Will. From experience, he knew that
could end badly. The others must have
sensed the same thing, because no one asked any follow up questions. Indeed, there was little conversation
relating to Kate for the rest of the journey.
Moments after
the plane arrived in Brunswick, a naval lieutenant boarded and handed Admiral
Nelson a manila envelope bearing “Confidential” and “Urgent” stamps. “Welcome to Brunswick NAS, Admiral. The plane you requested is standing by. There’s been a slight delay in the
helicopter’s arrival, however.”
The Admiral
looked slightly exasperated. “Will,
Chip, run along. Just keep your eyes and
ears open. Contact me immediately if you
learn anything.”
Both Chip and
Will looked puzzled. This was hardly a
job for which either was well-qualified.
Nevertheless, they acceded to the Admiral’s wishes. Personally, Chip relished the opportunity to
eat cold water lobster as much as possible on the way.
The lieutenant
continued: “Any time you are ready,
Admiral Nelson, I’ll escort you to HQ.”
Lee peeked
outside and saw a jeep, complete with a master-at-arms. “Escort, huh?”
The Admiral
looked just as confused as Lee.
Chapter
8 - A Lot of Explaining To Do
Nelson held
the envelope and waited for the lieutenant to exit.
“You need me
to leave too, Admiral?”
“No, don’t be
silly.” Nelson unsealed the envelope and
read the single page quickly. “Damn it.”
“What is it?”
“The Joint
Chiefs want me to join them in a video call an hour from now. It’s expected to last at least an hour.”
“What do you
want to do?”
“Scream. Barring that, I guess I’ll send you
ahead. I’ll meet up with you as soon as
I can.”
“That gives us
approximately fifty minutes for you to explain things to me.”
Nelson’s head
hung low. “It’s a complicated story,
Lee. One that began years ago and for
which I feel guilt.”
“Why?”
“I’m the
reason for Anne’s troubles.”
“I’m
completely lost. How about starting at
the beginning?”
“I will, but
first, I have to tell you that you are right.
Anne didn’t report to the safe house.
The Justice Department concluded that it was intentional on her part and
has withdrawn protection. That’s why I
must protect her. And you, if you choose
to help.”
“I’m
here. I’ve chosen to help her. Now let me in on the facts so I know what
we’re up against. Why are you so deeply
invested in pursuing Dirk Christie?”
“Lee. I had a
significant role in bringing Dirk Christie to justice.”
“Big enough to
make an enemy for life?”
“Yes, I’ve
received two telephone threats since he escaped.”
“You
what? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Please, Lee,
calm down. I don’t view his threats
toward me as all that serious.”
“What did they
say?”
“Pretty
generic stuff, like ‘your time is coming, it’s payback time, Nelson.’”
“Nothing
specific at all?”
“Lee, I know
what Christie’s issues with me are. I
know what the threat means.”
“Okay, just
tell me the story.”
“You remember
the disaster on the Solaris?”
“Yes, it was
tragic. An engine room blast. Twenty-four sailors died, many more were
injured.”
“After the
accident, I was brought in to consult as to possible causes. It was a difficult investigation, Lee. Looking under the microscope at bits of
parts recovered from the scene, parts covered with the blood and residue of the
dead. When we finished looking, both
the metallurgists and I concluded the
accident was a result of defective or inferior parts from Conglomerated. But it was the way the parts appeared to have
been fabricated that set off the bigger alarm, Lee. What we found were parts that could pass a
visual inspection, but had been structurally flawed. When we looked at similar parts elsewhere on
the ship, we found more of the same to confirm our conclusions.”
“Christie
blames you for discovering that?”
“No, Lee. And if I’d simply turned over my findings to
the Navy at that point, Conglomerated and Christie would have mades some
apologies, paid some fines and that would have been the end of it. Twenty-four sailors would still be dead. But because of what I did, more people were
hurt or killed.”
“What did you
do, Admiral?”
“I’d known
Anne Simon for some time. She’d met
Dirk several years after he founded Conglomerated and went to work for
him. They were living together when the
Solaris incident happened. They were an
odd couple, but they were devoted to each other. When it came to the business, he was a
consummate businessman and salesman. She
understood the technical details of the product. I reached out to Anne privately, to let her
know what we’d found, and to express some bigger concerns.”
“Why would you
do that, Admiral, tip off the company like that?”
“Because as I
said, I knew Anne, I knew her values.
She was in a position to delve in and discover what had happened unlike
anyone else, and before NIS could have obtained the legal authority to begin a
search.”
“Why would you
ask her to do that given her relationship with Christie?”
“I knew she’d
want to clear him, but I also knew she’d do the right thing if she found
evidence that implicated him or anyone in the company.”
“I still don’t
understand why you didn’t let the investigation proceed through official
channels at that point. Were you
concerned about Dr. Simon being implicated too?”
“No, Lee, I
wasn’t. I knew Dirk Christie had
connections all through the government.
You don’t get to be that big and powerful a government contractor
without them. I knew the minute we
kicked that report upstairs, before the first subpoena or search warrant got
issued, the calls to Christie would begin.
By the time the investigators got into Consolidated’s records, evidence
— if there was any — would be gone. That
said, in retrospect, I wish I hadn’t done what I did.”
“You pitted
her against Christie.”
“Yes, with all
the bad fallout you can imagine. She did
look and she did find proof that Christie personally altered government specs
before parts were manufactured. She made
copies of the documents she found and sent them to me.”
“Why copies,
not the originals?”
“Lee, I was
playing at a game I shouldn’t have been and then I brought her in on it. Neither of us were lawyers.”
“You were
trying to protect her then just like now, weren’t you?”
“For god’s
sake, yes, Lee. Please stop
interrupting and let me spit this out. I
turned the copies over to NIS. As
predicted, by the time they got warrants, the originals were gone. That meant only one person could authenticate
the copies in a courtroom: Anne.
Anne was
horrified to discover what Dirk had done, but she kept quiet. He hadn’t yet figured it was she who turned
over the evidence to me. He tried to get
her to leave the country with him as soon as he got word of probable
indictments. She called to tell me,
trusted me to do the right thing. I
passed it on to NIS. They arrested
Christie at the gate and took Anne into protective custody.
Lee, from
there, things spiraled downward. Things
came out that had I known, I’d never have made the call to NIS, for Anne’s
sake. It turned out that the Treasury
Department had a parallel investigation running on Dirk Christie and Consolidated
for money laundering. Christie was
funneling money out of the country to Swiss Bank accounts through corporate
shells. Once they dug deep enough into
Christie’s history and the shell companies, the Treasury Department concluded
that the company was founded with underworld money. Christie turns out to be the illegitimate son
of Ronnie Scamorza.”
“Holy shit.”
“Holy shit is
right, the mob was the face behind the biggest U.S. military contractor. Then it got worse, Lee. Investigators also discovered that a number
of these wire transfers occurred shortly after calls between Dirk Christie’s
personal and office phone numbers and the People’s Republic Embassy in Hong
Kong.”
“Are you
saying Christie was in bed with the PR?
That would be grounds for charges of treason. Surely I would have heard about that,
Admiral, but I never did.”
“No, you
didn’t, Lee. That was too much scandal,
too much embarrassment, for the government to put up evidence of Consolidated’s
mob dealings and working with the enemy!
And there were still billions of dollars tied up in existing work with
Consolidated, work that if not completed would set back programs by years. The decision at that point was to limit the
damage. The government wanted to oust
Christie and seize the company with the minimum public exposure to the truth.”
“So no treason
charges, no money laundering charges?”
“No, the truth
is the government hoped Christie would agree to plead to lesser charges.”
“Did he? I don’t remember news of a trial.”
“Not before
trial, he didn’t. Then came an attempt
on Anne’s life on the courthouse steps on the day her testimony was to
begin. The U.S. Marshal protecting her
was killed. Anne was wounded in the
shoulder. She insisted on testifying
despite her wound. After some first aid
was administered, the judge allowed it.
He didn’t tell the jury what had happened specifically and he warned the
jury to make no conclusions about her injury.
They had to know, however. Everyone
in the courthouse knew by then. If she
didn’t testify then, she might never get another chance. After she was released as a witness, she was
entered into the Witness Protection Program.
I haven’t seen her since.”
“So Christie
has tried to kill her once before.”
“I think it
may have been the Scamorzas trying to protect their financial interest and
Christie, rather than Christie himself.
Christie had an ace up his sleeve that he hadn’t yet played.”
“What kind?”
“His defense
was to put the blame for the bad parts on Anne.”
“She certainly
had the technical know how. Did
Christie?”
“No, not
without help.”
“Is it
possible that Anne did it?”
“No. Without Anne’s finding and turning over the
documents, there would have been no case against Conglomerated for anything
more than negligence. Anne also warned
us about the windows.”
“Three years
after the trial.”
“The letter
was dated days after the trial when she was already in the hands of the Witness
Protection Program. She explained she
didn’t remember Christie’s questions about the herculite until then and the
focus at the time was on what Consolidated was producing, not subbing out.”
“But she
didn’t mail it then, did she?”
“Lee, so much
was going on, she probably forgot to mail it or couldn’t do it while the
Witness Protection Program was supervising her so actively. Why would she have forwarded it now if it
implicates her? No one forced her too.”
“Maybe her
conscience did.”
“Lee, do you
really believe that after you met her, spent time with her?”
“No, not
really, but the questions have to be asked.”
“Trust me,
they were asked. The government just
couldn’t afford the embarrassment of bringing the full case against Christie.”
“I suppose,
but I still have one more unanswered question, Admiral. Why do you keep a file on Dr. Anne Simon in
the N-R drawer of your filing cabinet?”
Nelson gulped
some air and turned pale. “I don’t
suppose you’ll accept bad filing skills as an answer?”
Chapter
9 - Keeping Secrets
Admiral Nelson
plopped into a chair. He looked
defeated.
“Never mind,
Admiral. It’s not important.” Lee poured a glass of water and handed it to
Nelson. While Nelson gulped the entire
glass, Lee answered a knock at the door by the Lieutenant.
“The chopper
is here, so I guess I’ll get going, Admiral.”
“Sit down,
Lee. The truth is going to come out
sooner or later.”
“Admiral, you
don’t owe me any explanations about your private life.”
“What exactly
was that brain of yours thinking about Anne and me, Lee?”
“I’m a little
embarrassed to say, now. When you opened
the ’N-R’ drawer, I started to think ‘N’ for Nelson, like maybe an illegitimate
daughter? Or more remotely maybe an
impulsive Mia Farrow-Frank Sinatra type wedding?”
“No, not even
close, Lee. It was under the “R”. Anne Simon was born Anne Rutenberg. Her name changed when she was adopted by
relatives.”
“She’s related
to Erving & Rose Rutenberg?”
“She was their
daughter, Lee. They were railroaded,
victims of the time.”
“The communist
witch hunts of the fifties?”
“Yes.”
“And no one in
the government knew Erving & Rose Rutenberg’s daughter was the principal
scientist overseeing government projects at Conglomerated? No one did background checks?” Lee asked.
“On what? A name change at the age of 7? There was nothing to find. Computerization was in its infancy.”
“Unless I’m
missing the mark, Admiral, I’m guessing the government learned it during the
investigation and began to suspect her involvement on the basis of her family
name?”
“Well, there
was the small matter that she was listed as a joint owner on several of the
Swiss bank account that Christie opened.
The son of a bitch had to know how that would look if her relationship
to the Rutenbergs was discovered. As it
was discovered. Had the Solaris not been
such a tragedy, had only one or two died, I think the prosecutor would have let
it go with a slap on the wrist. He knew
the potential for a trial to turn into a circus.”
“Right,
mobsters and the daughter whose parents were convicted of treason were running
one of the military’s largest contractors.”
“Yes, Lee,
that’s why the government put its main focus on obtaining a conviction that
would suffice to divest Christie of Consolidated Industries.”
“That was
probably easier than redoing all those contracts.”
“It didn’t
behoove Christie to bring up the mob connections either. It could only have made his life worse with
additional indictments.”
“And the
treason angle, Admiral?”
“His lawyers
might have played it full barrel as Anne following in the apparent family
tradition, but there were pitfalls in such an approach. Anne had verifiable alibis for when most of
the calls between Christie’s office and the People’s Republic were made, and
there was no doubt that Christie himself had opened the Swiss bank accounts
that the People’s Republic appeared to have funded. Christie’s lawyers started to mention Anne’s
relationship to unnamed notorious traitors in opening statement, but the judge
immediately shut it down before they said the name. He warned Christie’s lawyers against
repeating it unless they planned to present an actual defense related to
it. After that, Christie’s lawyers
appeared to be setting the stage to impeach Anne’s testimony by claiming her to
be a woman scorned and seeking revenge.”
“Scorned
how? Revenge for what?”
“Funny, I
don’t really remember their promises about it.
The assertions seemed so silly to me at the time and in the end, things
veered so bizarrely off course, they were never fleshed out.”
“What do you
mean?”
“Lee, when
Anne was shot on the courthouse steps, the entire trial changed course. Christie was visibly shaken by her
shooting. Immediately after Anne
testified, Christie entered into a plea agreement for seven years of jail time
and forfeiting Consolidated Industries, in which he held a controlling
interest.”
“So the
Rutenberg connection was never exposed to the public?”
“No. I suspect that neither the woman scorned nor
the traitor defense seemed quite so strong with the prime witness bleeding from
a gunshot wound while testifying.”
“So that still
leaves one burning question, Admiral.
It’s up to you if you want to answer it.
I’ll respect your decision.”
“Ask away.”
“Why is Anne’s
folder in your personal filing cabinet if all she ever was to you was a
prospective employee?”
“I knew her
parents, knew them well. Brilliant
scientists, both of them. Her mother,
Rose,” Nelson’s hand clamped into a tight fist, “it just ended so tragically,
for all of them. I . . . I made a
promise.”
“What kind of
a promise?”
“To look after
Anne.”
“You made this
promise to her mother?”
“Dammit,
Lee. You won’t let go until you know
everything, will you?”
“Could it
matter to whatever is unfolding now, Admiral?”
“I . . . I
don’t know. It’s possible.” Nelson lit a fresh cigarette. “You might as well have it, I guess.” He dragged slowly and exhaled equally slowly. “I met Rose and Erving at graduate school,
before they were married. I fell hard
for Rose, but she only had eyes for Erving.
After school, we didn’t see each other often, although she and I kept up
a correspondence for several years, saw each other at conferences. Erving had the courage to speak up for his
beliefs, his concerns about our government’s efforts to build up a nuclear
stockpile. It wasn’t well-received, not
with the Cold War playing out. Certain
higher ups set out to discredit and ruin him.
He didn’t have a chance and the sons of bitches took her down with
him. I offered to help any way I
could. I didn’t believe the charges
against him, and certainly not against her.
In the end, I’m embarrassed to say that the government, my government,
ruined that family. All I could do was
promise Rose that I’d watch over Anne.”
“How?”
“I didn’t know
what I meant at the time, but I would have done anything within reason. During the trial, Anne went to live with an
aunt and uncle in Connecticut.”
“Her father
was executed and the mother was on death row, as I recall.”
“Yes, but she
committed suicide after Erving’s execution.”
“So did you
help Anne?”
“I
called. I wrote. I visited.
I sent money to help with her upbringing, her education. Later, I
arranged for her entry into Annapolis.”
“She went to
the Academy?”
“No, that was
a misplay on my part.”
“Trying to
wedge the daughter of two notorious spies into the Academy? What the hell were you thinking?”
“I knew how
much she had to offer. Lee, I met with
her into her teens, I can’t tell you how impressed I was with her mind.”
“But the
Navy? MIT, I can see.”
“Lee, how did
you know?”
“I didn’t.”
“You know
me. I get enthusiastic. I wanted her to come work with me. That seemed the best path.”
“Oh, Admiral,”
Lee shook his head.
“The more I
pushed, the more she resisted. The
colleges were falling all over themselves to recruit her. She didn’t need a dime from me. Nevertheless, I tried to keep in touch
through the years. I thought that once I
left the Navy and established the Institute, she might be more approachable.”
“Didn’t work
out well, huh?”
“She’d met
Christie by then. He played her
beautifully, and he had the tools that I didn’t.”
“Like?”
“Everything I
wasn’t. He was young, handsome,
charming.” He paused. “And patient.”
“She rejected
you, but you kept letting her know the door was open.”
“In the end, I
think I pushed her further into his clutches.”
“You have been
known to come on a little strong,” Lee smiled.
“And I pushed
her hard again, when I persuaded her to investigate the Solaris incident. She did the right thing, at such a high cost
too. That’s one reason Christie bears a
grudge against me. For getting Anne to
turn on him. For years of trying to get Anne
away from him -- for the work, Lee, the work.
And for the fact that I ended up owning his creation, Consolidated
Industries.”
“You what?”
“When Dirk
Christie forfeited the company, the government auctioned it off privately. It was done rather quietly and quickly,
given so many critical government contracts were at stake. With backing from the government, I -- well a
corporate form of me -- purchased Conglomerated. I’ve had little to do with the day to day
operations, as you might guess, but it was important to stabilize the company
to keep our armed forces properly outfitted.
The ownership was not meant to be public ever, but eventually Christie
learned of it.”
“Okay, I
suppose that losing a billion dollar company might give a man a grudge,
especially if he lost it to a man who kept trying to steal his girlfriend too.”
“For her mind,
Lee!”
“Maybe he
didn’t care which part you wanted?”
A knock at the door interrupted them.
“We need to
head up to the conference room shortly, Admiral Nelson.”
“I’ll be out
in a minute.”
“All right, so
I take the chopper and you’ll be out later?”
“Do your best
to secure the premises. You and Kowalski
should collect her notes and journals.
Send them back with Sharkey.”
“Why?”
“Just in case
there’s anything useful there.”
“What could
Christie possibly do with her notes, Admiral?”
“Probably
nothing. There’s really no way to know
without speaking to Anne. It’s just
precautionary.”
“Well, I hope
you get there fast, because there are notes on every magazine and in every
book!”
“Focus on
notepads and journals, Lee. You’ve got
an engineering degree or two that should help you with that.”
“And what
about poor Kowalski?”
“Oh, just go
already. Unless you want to talk to the
Joint Chiefs about whatever mess is brewing.”
“I’m out of
here.”
“Lee, stay in
close touch via shortwave. If Anne
should show up . . .”
“I know,” Lee
said as he turned toward the door and opened it.
“Don’t take
any chances with Christie. Shoot to
kill, Lee. He has no regard for your
life.”
“We’ve never
met, so I assume you mean because of his general disregard of life from the
incident on the Solaris or his sabotaging the herculite specs?”
“No, Lee. I mean he has no regard for you, personally.”
“Admiral, you
must come now,” the waiting driver insisted.
“I’ll have to
explain later, Lee.”
Chapter
10 - Danger Awaits
A navy chopper
dropped Lee off on the flat lawn behind Anne Katherine Rutenberg’s (now Simon’s)
little salt box house by the sea. Lee
easily picked the lock to the house with some extra tools of his own that he
brought “in case.” He confirmed the
house’s emptiness before positioning the shortwave in the living room. Then he set to gathering notes and journals
of Kate. Kowalski and Sharkey arrived an
hour later; Sharkey stayed with the Flying Sub.
“Hey,
Captain. Brought a couple of presents,”
Kowalksi smiled as he delivered two high-powered automatic rifles and a
handheld radio for communicating with FS-1.
“Good to see
you, Ski. I’ve gathered a few piles of
journals and books to take back. Let’s
get them aboard FS1.”
“Sorry, sir,
Doc said you weren’t to take stairs.
I’ll take care of it.”
“He never said
that to me.”
Kowalski smiled. “He knows you won’t listen.”
“Guess I’ll go
feed the chickens then, unless the doctor forbade that too.”
“No, sir, I
don’t remember any orders involving chickens.”
Lee set off to
do as he said, plus recover the journals and notebooks he’d seen in the
barn. The chickens nipped at his heels
as he approached the barn, hungry for the diet of feed they’d become used to
and favored over hunting for food. He
spread out the food to minimize competition before he turned to collecting the
journals. He couldn’t help but wonder
what more the Admiral knew or suspected.
As much as he’d been told, Lee had so many questions still. He didn’t even notice Kowalski’s entry into
the barn right away.
“I’ll just
take those off your hands and be right back for the rest, Skipper.”
“Say hello to
Sharkey for me.”
Lee followed
Kowalski to the top of the steps to wait.
He glanced down at the water where his sailboat now sat at the bottom, a
small bit of the mast protruding from the water, a lame headstone for a
beautiful lady. The thought sent chills
through Lee. No, that wasn’t what sent
chills. It was the long cigarette boat
near the mouth of the cove with a man on deck hailing in the direction of
Kowalski, no, he was aiming. “Kowalski,
get down!” Lee was too late. Lee saw Kowalski spin and fall towards
FS1. Lee didn’t have a chance to see
more as rifle fire sprayed his way and he hit the deck. A few seconds later, the reports ended. Lee inched forward on his belly to look for
the boat. He saw it retreating into the
bay, throwing a large wake.
He radioed
FS1. “Crane to FS1, report.”
“Ski’s aboard,
sir. He’s taken a slug in the shoulder.”
“Get him to
the closest hospital and report back.”
“Aye, aye,
Skipper.”
“Take care of
that boat on your way out if you can. I
don’t care if you chip the paint, either.”
“With
pleasure, Skipper,” Sharkey said.
Lee headed up
to the house where he’d stashed the shortwave.
“Admiral, this is Crane. Come
in.”
“Yes, Lee.”
“A sniper on a
boat just took out Kowalski.”
“I heard over
the radio. A medivac will meet FS1 at
Brunswick.”
Something was
off in the Admiral’s voice. It was
strangely stiff.
“How about
some back up for me, Sir?”
“Hole up in
the house for now, Lee. We’ll get help
out there as soon as possible.”
“Admiral,
what’s going on?”
“I . . . Shoot
first and ask . . .” The transmission
was interrupted before the Admiral could finish.
Lee returned
to the house. He took up a position
upstairs, taking the short wave radio with him.
He moved between the bedrooms to get as close to a 360 degree view as
possible. When he entered the guest
room, this time without a mission to pull journals, his eyes caught the
business card he’d left on the dresser face-up, untouched he thought, as was
the room itself since he’d left it. It
appeared that Kate had yet to see his note.
Chapter
11 - A Belly Full
Chip and Will
poked in and out of stores, restaurants and gas stations in Ellsworth. They’d made no progress finding traces of
Anne Simon. They were hampered by the
lack of a current picture of her as well as the reticence of the locals to
talk. The only thing working in their
favor was believing her German Shepard was with her.
Chip was
anticipating his second lobster roll of the day, the doctor having split off
from him citing cholesterol concerns, when he found the first clue. Chip was in line petting a friendly
unleashed German shepherd when his turn to order arrived.
“What’ll ya
have?”
“One lobster
roll.”
“Good looking
dog. I have a shepherd too. Nothing for her?”
“She’s not my
dog, so not on my tab. Hey, you haven’t
by chance seen a woman with a shepherd come through here in the last day or
two?”
“Why do you
want to know?”
“She’s a
friend. Her phone line’s still down from
the storm and I was wondering if she had managed to get out of her house yet.”
“What’s the
name of the dog?”
“Huh?”
“If she’s a
friend, you must know the dog’s name.”
“It’s Buster. He’s a big boy, every part of him,” Chip
winked.
“She ate here
earlier today. And she did buy a roll
for the dog.”
“Oh good,
that’s a relief that she’s okay.”
“She must not
have power yet, though. I saw a
generator in her wagon. I asked her
where she found one because when I went to Reny’s the other day, they said it’d
be at least a few days before any shipments came in. She said it was a return of a broken one. Maybe she’s waiting on you to help her fix
it?”
“I think I
will go see if she is. Tell you what,
let me get another roll -- just in case Buster’s hungry.”
Chip quickly
downed his roll before he headed back to rendezvous with the doctor. “She’s going back or she already went
back. She bought a generator. A broken one.”
“So what
should we do?”
“First, I’m
going to call the Admiral with the news.”
The Admiral
didn’t answer his DynaTAC number, so Chip left a message. “We’re a couple of hours behind her, unless
she stopped again. We’re going to head
up towards her place in case Lee needs a hand.”
“Don’t you
think we should wait to hear from the Admiral?” Dr. Jamieson asked after Chip
hung up.
“I think he’ll
be okay if we post up in the town by her house.
We can watch the roads for visitors and be ready if we’re needed.”
“I suppose
I’ll come along just in case someone needs good cheer.”
“Or a
bandaid,” Chip smiled.
“Or some
antacid, my voracious young friend.”
Once in the
little town, they stopped at the town’s sole store, which was combined with a
snack shop,gas station and post office.
“Chip, don’t
tell me you’re going to eat again. Just
because the sign says best clam chowder in Maine doesn’t mean you have to try
it.”
“Well, that
wasn’t my only reason for stopping here, Doc.
This is where that Gurney fellow is.
I thought it might be a good idea to talk to him in person.”
“Actually,
clam chowder does sound good. These
bones are too used to Southern California weather now. Maine’s chilly.”
After
ordering, Chip attempted to gain Mr. Gurney’s ear. After he pulled out his Institute ID, his
Naval ID, his driver’s license and gave Mr. Gurney a recitation of what Chip
had learned that Mr. Gurney had told an investigator earlier and Mr. Gurney
remembered Lee mentioned someone named “Chip," Mr. Gurney finally
consented to answer some questions.
“Anybody would
have to pass by my store to get to her place, but obviously I can’t see ‘em all
when I’m busy.”
“I take it
that you haven’t seen her car today?”
“No, but that
doesn’t mean she didn’t go by.”
“Mind if we
sit here and watch a while?”
“Suit
yourself, but I think you folks are going about this all wrong. If I were watching for her, or somebody
following her, I’d post up a little over four miles up the road, just after the
cut through on the right that leads up her way.
Anybody turns that way is looking for trouble.”
Chip pulled
out a twenty and handed it to Mr. Gurney.
“You’re not
paying me for information, son?”
“No, for the
chowder. Best I’ve had in Maine. I’d like some more to go.”
“Sure
thing. You Navy boys will take good care
of Miss Kate if she comes back, promise?”
“Mr. Gurney,
there’s no one I’d rather have protecting my back than Admiral Nelson and
Commander Crane. She’ll be in good
hands, I promise.”
Five minutes
later, Chip and Will had posted up just beyond the cut off. Forty-five minutes later, Chip’s belly felt
empty enough to eat the last lobster roll and slurp some more clam chowder as
Doc shook his head in horror. An hour
later, Anne’s Saab Wagon turned off.
“Guess we know she’s alive now.
Would you mind calling the Admiral on the DynaTAC to let him know, Doc?”
“Still no
answer.”
“Leave another
message, Doc. I hope he’s not out of
juice. We will be soon. Someday they’ll make these phones with better
batteries.”
“Smaller too,
I hope.”
“I expect
so. Hey, do you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“Car
coming. Guess we’ll know which way in a
few seconds.”
A sedan passed
their car moments later. “Heading to
Canada, I guess,” Doc said.
“Looks that
way. Do me a favor though, Doc, let’s
hop out of the car for a minute.”
“Why?”
“Just in
case,” Chip said. “Towards the woods,
not the road.”
Chip got out
first. Doc followed him out by sliding
toward the driver’s door. They barely
got off the road bed behind a stand of dense shrubs when they heard an engine
revving again. “Stay low, Doc.”
A barrage of
gun shots rang out. The passing car
could then be heard and seen kicking up gravel as it turned onto the unpaved
road.
“You okay,
Doc?”
“A little
shaken, if you must know, Chip. I wasn’t
expecting that. Why were you?”
“Just seemed
prudent. Damn,” Chip said as he saw the
car. Glass was strewn everywhere and a
walk around confirmed two shot out tires.
“It would seem
prudent to call the auto club now, wouldn’t it?” Doc said.
“Right, that
might take a few hours.”
“So which way
do we start walking?”
“I don’t know
the exact path to her house, Doc, and we don’t have much firepower to protect
ourselves, so I’m thinking back to town.
I’ll try to let the Admiral know what’s happened.”
They began to
walk down the road on the right side so they could see incoming traffic and hop
off into the far woods if needed. Two
minutes later, a loud explosion stalled them in their tracks.
Chapter
12 - Buster’s Last Stand
Two miles
away, the woman Lee knew as Kate cautiously drove toward her home, her shepherd
Buster by her side. It seemed to her
that since she’d passed through town, a car had followed her, keeping at a
considerable distance to avoid being obvious.
She’d know soon, however. In
nearly three years, no one had ever followed her as she took the final turn off
toward her home.
The car
continued to shadow her at a distance.
More disturbingly, ahead of her a car sat parked sideways in the center
of the roadway, blocking the road. When
she could see no passengers, she decided.
She pointed her car towards the rear of the vehicle and accelerated,
reminding herself that no matter what followed, keep pedal to the metal. The impact jerked her backwards, then as the
car broke forward free of the obstacle, she rebounded forwarded into the
steering wheel. All the while, she
pressed her foot hard on the accelerator.
She hurt, but she dare not stop.
Loud popping sounds followed her down the road for a brief while, then
ceased.
A mile down
the road, her car began to fail. A rear
tire had gone flat. Her best option
required driving skills she wasn’t sure she possessed, but she had to try. As she neared the single lane wooden bridge
over the first pass of Robber’s Creek, she moved to the center of the road,
slammed on the brakes and turned the wheel hard. She rued never practicing 180s and 360s as
other kids had when learning to drive.
All she had on her side was a knowledge of physics. She hoped it would work. The rear tires caught the raised lip of the
bridge first, stalling the turn from going much further, but giving enough play
that the car turned sideways and stuck.
Although she was belted in, her left shoulder pounded into the
door. Uncertain of how badly she was
hurt from the first collision or this maneuver, she moved gingerly toward the
opposite door, around Buster, and opened it.
“Out,” she commanded.
Kate remained
behind, gathering herself while pondering how to get to the trunk. She’d laid in supplies for a stand at the
house, including a generator, gas, food and a self-loading rifle. If she could have only stopped earlier, or
had dared to, she might have removed the rifle and ammunition before her
maneuver. Just then, with an aching shoulder
and the trunk hanging over the edge of the old wooden bridge, it was beyond her
ability to get there, and even if possible, would take too much time. Instead, she pushed in the cigarette lighter,
grabbed the towel on Buster’s seat, and waited a very long few seconds. She applied the lighter to the towel, and
held it there until it began to smolder and burn. She opened the gas cap and stuck the
non-burning end of the towel into the hole leaving plenty of air space for
combustion to occur before she hurried into the woods.
Kate walked
down the road with Buster by her side.
Through the woods was a far shorter way to the house than the cow path
that the road was. As she was about to
enter the woods, the explosion of the car startled her, even though she
expected and planned it. Gunfire in her
direction followed. Buster ran toward
the sound, barking hostilely. Kate
commanded him to come back, but he was off too far, too fast. More shots rang out. Buster’s barking stopped.
Kate’s breath
hitched a moment, then she pushed herself to run forward anyway. Buster was a good dog. He did what he’d been trained to do: protect her at any cost. Kate just didn’t want him too. She didn’t want any one or any creature hurt
protecting her ever again. She could
still see the U.S. Marshal bleeding on the courthouse steps three years
ago. Better it should be her. It was her actions, her mistakes, that
brought things to a head, after all.
She considered simply stopping where she was, emerging and surrendering,
but an instinct for self-preservation pushed her forward. She’d put up a last stand at home, she and
the shotgun she’d never actually fired.
Chapter
13 - A Knight Awaits
Lee heard an
explosion and could only wonder what it might be. Minutes later, standing watch in the front
bedroom, he spied Kate through his rifle sight.
He stayed in position until after he heard her enter and bolt the
door. Only when he was certain there was
no one approaching did he steal down the steps.
He found her
in the kitchen as she splashed water over her face. With his free hand, he grabbed a towel from
the refrigerator door handle.
“This might
help,” he said.
She froze in
place.
“Sorry to
startle you.”
“Lee, is that
you?”
“Yes.”
She turned and
saw the weapon hanging slackly in his hand.
“I . . . why . . . who?” she stuttered.
A small stream
of blood trickled from her temple into her eye.
Lee pressed the towel to it obscuring her face.
“You didn’t go
to the safe house, so the safe house came to you.”
“I don’t
understand.”
“I’ll explain
soon, but I’d rather do it upstairs if you can make it,” Lee said.
“I’m fine.”
“Yes, I’m
sure. I’ve been fine before too.”
“It’s just a
bump,” Kate reassured.
“How many
other bumps are there?”
“Nothing
major.”
“Where’s your
car?”
“Blocking the
bridge to the road. If there still is a
bridge to the road. I tried to blow it
up.”
“Smart.”
“Bought me a
few minutes, that’s all.”
“Probably more
than that since they won’t know the woods.
Where’s Buster?”
She shook her
head, eyes downcast.
“You’ll fill
me in more upstairs.”
She
accompanied him up to the bedroom.
“Kate, lie
down and rest a minute. Keep the towel
there.”
“Why are you
here? Who are you? Without the beard, you look different. Familiar.”
“You didn’t
see the card I left, did you?”
“No, after I
dropped you off, I came home, did what I had to, packed and left.”
“Why didn’t
you go to the safe house, Kate?”
“I intended
to, but I couldn’t. I . . . I just
needed this to be over.”
“Even if it
means Christie kills you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?” Lee
asked.
“Because I’ve
been living like I’ve been dead for nearly three years now. I couldn’t do it any more.”
“What
changed?”
“A couple of
days with a shipwrecked sailor?”
Lee arched his
eyebrows.
“Don’t take it
personally. You just reminded me what it
felt like to be alive. Hermit lost its
appeal.”
“I’m wounded.”
“Lee, you’ll
be dead if you stay here much longer.
You need to get the hell out of here.
I didn’t see a car. How did you
get here?”
“I dropped in
from the sky.”
“Then go back
that way. Otherwise, take the
daysailer.”
“Chopper’s
gone, so I can’t go back up just now, and earlier there was a boat out there
with a sniper on it earlier.”
“Damn,” Kate
said.
“This is a
different side of you than I’ve seen.”
“You too,
Lee. So who the heck are you?”
“An officer of
the United States Navy.”
“Why would they
put you here? This makes no sense.”
“No, I’d have
to agree, but I don’t think I’m playing with all the facts, I don’t think
either of us are, Kate.”
“The
shipwreck, that was real, wasn’t it?”
“Absolutely. Scared out of my wits real. Well, scared enough.”
“This card you
left me. Where is it?”
“It was
nothing important. Just my name and
number. I hoped you’d call.” Lee kept his eyes toward the window even as
she started to rise from the bed. The
shortwave he’d brought upstairs crackled.
“Captain
Crane, Lee, come in.”
Lee hesitated,
knowing the awkward moment could no longer be avoided.
Kate honed in
on the sound.
“Lee, it’s
Nelson. Come in please.”
“Captain
Crane? Nelson?” Kate repeated and threw
the towel off her head. “Tell me that
Nelson isn’t involved in this!”
“Admiral, this
isn’t a great time. Is this urgent?”
“Yes,
Lee. Any sign of Anne yet?”
“She’s here,
Admiral.”
“Is she all
right?”
“A little
banged up, but yes. Can you pick us up?”
“Lee, I need
to apologize to you, to both of you. I
can’t do that, not yet.”
“What do you
mean?”
“There’s more
at stake here.”
“Explain that
please,” Lee said.
“There’s a sub
lying off the coast of Canada.”
“An
unfriendly?”
“Yes. It appears to be waiting for something, Lee.”
“Or someone?”
“We think so.”
“Are you
telling me that Christie and his associates are coming through Maine to meet a
sub? They could have sailed out to
international waters from anywhere!”
“No, Lee, I’m
not that naive. Christie wants to hurt
Anne first.”
“But what
would the People’s Republic want with Christie?
What could he have to offer them after three years in jail?”
“The forger
who’s with him could do substantial damage with his skills. I’m not sure what else Christie has to offer,
but obviously I’m very concerned now that I’ve exposed you this way.”
“Then get a
chopper in here and get us the hell out of here.”
“Lee, God help
us all, but my hands are tied. If I had
understood, I would never have let you go in.
I was used, Lee. We all were.”
“So what are
we supposed to do now?”
“The Navy
wants to draw the sub closer. It is
violating Canadian waters, but Canada won’t act.”
“What about
us, Kate and me?”
“Lee, they
want you to cooperate with Christie.
Don’t put up too much of a fight.
Make sure he knows who you are.
It’s not in Christie’s interests to seriously hurt you. Just go with him.”
“The hell I
will!”
“Son, I know
the thought of being taken aboard a People’s Republic sub is horrifying after
what you went through before at their hands.
We will not let it come to that, I promise. I assure you that every measure possible is
being taken to assure that you never board that sub.”
“Is Sharkey
out there somewhere?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t like
it, Admiral.”
“I don’t
either. I’m so sorry I’ve put you in
this position. Tell Anne, oh lord,
words fail me. I’ve let her down again. I shouldn’t have trusted . . .” Nelson’s last words were cut off.
Lee looked up
at Kate. “Do you understand what’s going
on here?”
“I don’t know
details, because I only spoke to Nelson briefly during the trial. He said the People’s Republic had nearly
destroyed Seaview before the trial. He
said he believed Dirk had something to do with it, and that he would pursue
Dirk to the grave to prove it.”
“Jesus, it
must have been when Christie was being held for trial that I was kidnapped and
brainwashed by the People’s Republic.
That’s why I couldn’t remember anything about the trial. I spent two months getting deprogrammed and
psychoanalyzed before the Navy would clear me to return to Seaview.”
“I’m so sorry,
Lee.”
“But Christie
didn’t know me, so I don’t see how he could have set that up?”
“Don’t
underestimate Dirk. He has a lot of
contacts out there. He was desperate and
he would do anything to get at Nelson.”
“Why?”
“They have a
long history of antagonism.”
“Does it have
anything to do with the relationship between you and Nelson?”
“There is no
relationship, other than Nelson didn’t like Dirk, never trusted him and Dirk
was annoyed that Nelson kept insinuating himself trying to pull me away from
Dirk and his business.”
“Jealousy was
Christie’s motive?”
“No, Lee, it
was about protecting what was Dirk’s, what he perceived was his. I think revenge is more apt a description.”
“Nelson took
you from Christie by getting you to testify against him. Then Christie tried to take me from Nelson,
to have me destroy Nelson and the boat?” Lee asked.
Kate
shrugged. “Nelson believes whatever it
was that happened was initiated by Dirk.
Lee, I’m sorry. You shouldn’t be
here. Nelson shouldn’t have dragged you
into this mess. You must get out. I can show you a path that leads away from
here. They won’t find you if I stay
here. Please.”
“I can’t do
that, Kate. I won’t.”
“I’m begging
you, Lee, please.”
“I’m not
sacrificing you to keep myself safe.”
“You don’t
understand, Lee, I think you being here is putting me at far greater risk.”
“How?”
“If Dirk has
you to give to the enemy, what does he need or want with me? You have access to recent classified
material, defense secrets. I’m three
years plus out of the loop. I’m a
replaceable scientist. I’m irrelevant. No, not irrelevant. Just dead.
Nelson knows. He said as
much. You go with them, he’ll protect
you. For Anne, there are no words.”
“Oh,
Jesus.” Lee pounded a fist on the
bed. “Listen to me Kate, nothing you can
say will convince me that you really are safer if I go. I’m trained to fight, to kill if
necessary. I’ll do whatever I have to do
to keep you safe.”
Kate broke
down in tears. “I don’t want to be
protected like that ever again. A
marshal left behind a widow and three children so I could live in isolation in
the woods for the rest of my days. It
was a shitty trade. Buster made a shitty
trade.”
“We get out of
this together or not at all.”
“Those weren’t
your orders, Captain.”
“I know the
Admiral a little better than you, Kate.
The only direct order he has given me is to protect you. The rest was noise. He said things the way he did on
purpose. Trust me, the man knows how to
use the word ‘order’ when he means it.”
“Very noble,
Lee, but don’t bother. This fiasco
ultimately is my fault. If I had gone to
the safe house, this wouldn’t be happening this way.”
“No,
Kate. Why does Christie know you didn’t
go to the safe house? Why is he coming
here?”
Kate
shrugged. “He must have information from
somewhere.”
“From someone,
you mean, someone inside the government.
There’s an unseen hand acting here.
Whether you went to the safe house or not, you were in danger. It has to be the same people who manipulated
Nelson into intervening. It made no
sense that the Justice Department would turn this over to the Navy . . .
not . . . not unless they had advance
information about Christie’s intentions.”
“Lee, I saw
movement out there.”
“Are you
comfortable firing a rifle?”
“I know how
to, but I haven’t fired a gun since I was at summer camp. . . . when I was
twelve.”
“I’ll show
you. You’ll see, we have a chance to get
out of this. No one has to play willing
pawn here.” Lee quickly showed Kate what
to do. “I’ll take this window. You take the guest room. Fire at anything that moves, as many times as
you need. We have plenty of clips.”
What they
didn’t have was a 360 degree view. Lee
got a shot quite close to one man, but it didn’t take the target long to
realize the source and circle off. Lee
thought he clipped another, but he couldn’t be certain. He ran to the other room to check with
Kate.
“Anything?”
“I shot at
something in the tree line, but I don’t think I hit anything,” Kate said.
“I’m going to
post up by the top of the stairs.
They’re going to have to try to come in sooner or later.”
“Lee, what if
they just set the place on fire?”
“No, I think
the Admiral had that part right. They
want hostages. Just keep circulating
between rooms and fire at any movement.”
Kate
nodded. Lee leaned in and kissed
her. “I’ll get us out of this somehow, I
swear.”
“I have an
idea, Lee.”
“What is it?”
“I’ll show
you. I have to run downstairs
first. I’ll be right back.”
Lee moved to
block the stairwell. “No, Ma’am. I’m not falling for that trick.”
“This is my
mess. I can walk right out that door and
end this. Dirk doesn’t have to know you’re
here, let alone who you are. Nelson was
nuts if he thinks Dirk wouldn’t hurt you knowing that.”
“Kate, I came
here to protect you and I will do that.
I understood there would be risks and I’m fully trained and capable of
tackling them. To do so, I need your
cooperation.”
“You were lied
to.”
“So were
you. Over and over. Shush.
That’s a window being broken. See
if you can clip them before they get in.”
Kate complied,
but had no angle to make that shot work.
As she leaned out the window to try to rectify that, a shot exploded
into the shutter nearby. She pulled back
inside.
“Are you all
right?”
“Yes.”
“How many did
you see?”
“At least
two,” she panted, shaken.
Lee began to
spray fire down the stairs. He fired
blindly, keeping as little of his body exposed as possible. It was not a winning strategy and he knew it. He figured four men were there, at minimum,
probably with at least one posted outside to make sure they didn’t get out via
window. Staying upstairs had given them
a longer line of vision, but downstairs probably would have given them a better
territory from which to defend once the enemy tried to enter. Anyway Lee cut it, defending four sides of a house
with two people wasn’t ideal.
Lee’s next
thought ended abruptly. He dropped the
rifle from his hand as a bullet swept across the top side of his firing
hand. “Kate, I need help,” he hollered
and pulled his body back around the edge of the wall. He reached into his holster for his sidearm,
but he couldn’t grip his hand around it.
“Take my sidearm. Fire at anyone
who tries to come up.”
Kate took the
weapon as Lee pulled a handkerchief from his left pocket and pressed it on his
bleeding right hand.
“Dirk, are you
there?” she yelled.
“Yes, Anne.”
“I’ll come
down if you agree the shooting stops now and you promise to leave the marshal
alone to lick his wounds.”
“My love, you
are always fair, even under the worst of circumstances. I agree.”
“I’m coming
then.”
“Not yet,
dearest. First you should send down the
rifle and I’m quite sure there is a small weapon to be had as well.”
Kate
complied. Lee’s eyes flashed with fury
and frustration. “Don’t.” He reached out to hold her back, but she
easily pulled free of his wounded hand.
“There’s no choice, Lee. Stay
safe. Thanks for giving me a couple of
sweet days since all this mess began.”
Chapter
14 — Sacrifices
Kate walked
down the steps. She was met by three
armed men. One of the men reached out
to take the weapons from her hands.
Dirk Christie
then stepped forward, extending his hand toward Kate and taking hers in
his. “My, neither of us quite looks our
best today, do we?”
Kate didn’t
respond, even though it was true. Dirk
had physically transformed from lean to excessively muscled. What hadn’t changed was his disarming smile.
Dirk began to
squeeze her hand, progressively harder, until she whimpered in pain. “I’m so sorry, love. You know, three years, some anger and
resentment has been building.” He let
go. “Turn around and go back up the
stairs, my dear.”
“You gave me
your word.”
“Anne, I’m a
felon. What good is my word?”
She didn’t
budge. One of the men nudged his gun
closer to her.
“You’ll just
have to shoot me here and climb over me then.”
“People never
understood what I saw in you, Anne. They
only saw your brains, not your feistiness.
Alas, the polishing we put on it all seems to have disappeared. Flannel?
How drab.”
“Just kill me
already.”
“I’ve had
three years and more to imagine this moment, love. I’ll take as much time as I want and I will
direct the scene, thank you very much.
Now, go upstairs.”
“You’ve lost
all honor.”
“I wouldn’t
say that. I’ll keep true to my original
promise. You must understand the need
to secure the premises, however.”
Lee listened
from above and retreated further into Kate’s bedroom. He stashed the radio in the closet out of sight. Then he looked for the rifle Kate had left
behind somewhere upstairs wondering whether even if he found it, he could shoot
it left-handed. By the time he spotted
it under the window, it was too late.
Kate was being paraded into the room at gunpoint. Lee raised his hands in surrender.
“Nasty
business, guns,” Dirk said as he motioned for one of the men to pick up the
rifle. “I’m so sorry, you’ve been hurt,
officer, or I suppose I should say, what, marshal?”
“What you say
really doesn’t matter,” Lee commented.
“Oh, Anne,
clever Anne. A federal marshal? They’re a dreary lot, not like this
one. From the ring, I’d say he’s a Navy
man.”
“Just leave
him alone, Dirk. He has nothing to do
with us.”
“Your wallet,
sir?”
“It’d be a
little hard to reach just now,” Lee explained, showing his hand.
“You won’t
mind if my associate retrieves it then, would you?”
Lee
shrugged. The man reached into his
pocket and handed the slim wallet to Dirk Christie.
Christie
opened it slowly as if about to relish a disclosure. He pulled out its meager contents, letting
several bills fall to the floor. His
face suggested he hadn’t found what he expected. “Cuff him, Roger, hands to the
footboard.” Lee cooperated, the only
sane choice given guns aimed at him and Kate.
His hands were cuffed between rungs of the hip height cast iron
footboard of the bed.
“Take a look
around up here, Roger. See if our friend
has stashed some of the contents of his wallet.”
“Maybe if you
tell me what you’re looking for, I can help?” Lee offered.
Christie
backhanded him in the face with the muzzle of his pistol.
“Dirk,
please. Stop.”
“Our deal was
that I wouldn’t hurt the marshal. This
man is not a marshal, as you well know.”
“What
difference does it make, marshal or Navy?
You understood my point.”
“Yes, but a
man with no identification in his wallet?
That’s not a man to be trusted, now is it, Anne?” Christie took another swipe at Lee’s cheek. Lee deked so that contact was minimal.
Roger returned
shortly. “I found this in the other
room.”
Christie let
out a throaty laugh. “‘I’m here for you,
no matter what.’ Yes, you are Captain
Crane. Yes, I knew you from the moment I
laid eyes on you. Nelson’s golden
boy. Hah! You can’t imagine the luck I’ve had this
week, captain. A hurricane set me free
and sailed you into what shall become your worst nightmare, and an even worse
one for Nelson.” Christie brought up his
pistol again, ready to swipe at Lee’s face again.
Kate threw herself
between Christie and Lee, reaching out in an effort to grab the pistol. It fell to the ground. Christie reached out for her with both hands,
angrily squeezing her arms. Her eyes
closed as she cried out. Then suddenly
Christie’s grip eased.
“God, I
remember your smell.” Christie nuzzled
her head, inhaling deeply, reminiscing, before he grabbed her hair and held it
tightly.
Lee rattled
the cuffs between the iron bed’s foot rails to no avail.
“Roger, go
check with Ralph about the status of our ride out of here,” Christie
ordered. Everyone in the room remained
still as they waited for Roger’s return.
It wasn’t long. He whispered in
Dirk Christie’s ear. “Stay outside with
Ralph unless I call for you. Give me
those cuffs,” Christie ordered.
“Sadly, for
you two, we find ourselves with more time on our hands than expected. Seems something damaged our originally
planned transport and a replacement is being obtained.” Christie breathed in deeply again, his head
close to Kate’s, one hand still grasping her hair. “How I’ve missed you, despite
everything. Can you begin to fathom how
that is possible, Captain Crane, to miss someone who betrayed you?”
“If I hadn’t,
how many more men would have died from what you were doing?” Kate asked.
Christie
pulled her hair tighter. “Yes, you held
the moral high ground. Bully for
you.” He breathed in deeply again. “God, three years and your smell still gets
to me. I’d have been better off if I’d
have been a butt-fucker like Arnold here.”
Christie released Kate and pushed her hard, back into the wall.
Lee bit his
tongue, knowing that arguing with Christie was not likely to make anything
easier for Kate.
“It’s just
pheromones.”
“Don’t you
just love a woman who uses big words?” Christie smiled at Lee while pulling
Kate by the wrist to the bed. “Sit down,
Anne and don’t move.” He grabbed her
right wrist and cuffed it to a wrought iron headboard bar behind her.
“Just tell me
one thing. Did you sabotage the windows
on Seaview?” Kate asked.
Christie
smiled. “Even if I answered, no one
would ever hear it.” Then Christie’s
face twisted. “Unless this place is
bugged or . . . Arnold, check him. . . . Don’t panic, Captain Crane. Unlike some of us, Arnold hasn’t gone without
all these years. Of course, he may find
you a more attractive option than some of the others.”
Arnold Swenson
cast an angry glare at Dirk Christie.
Lee felt less concerned than he had a moment earlier.
“The tempering
process -- did you alter it?” Kate asked.
Lee wondered
what she was attempting to do, provoking Christie that way.
“There’s nothing on him,” Swenson said.
“Check around
the room then.”
Swenson
brought out the shortwave from the closet.
“Found something. You want me to
break it?”
“Just hold on
to it. Maybe we’ll entertain Nelson with
it later.” Christie advanced toward
Kate. He placed his hand under her
chin, lifted her face. “You’re a
handsome man, captain. You probably can
have your choice of women, each prettier than the next. So you tell me, why a man like me, who had
gorgeous women throwing themselves at me my entire life, fell for this rather
plain one?”
Lee didn’t
like the feel of where things were headed, so he kept quiet.
“When I first
met Anne, I don’t think she had her hair cut for ten years. She owned maybe three outfits, nothing but
drab peasant skirts. But her mind! Every major player wanted her skills. I was no different. With a little encouragement from me, she
polished up a bit. All gone to waste
now.” Christie dropped her chin and
stalked off to the bathroom. Lee heard
him rummaging through drawers. He
returned with a first aid kit and a pair of scissors. He tossed the kit to Swenson. “Clean him up for travel.” Christie kept the scissors, snapping them
open and shut as he approached Kate.
“For God’s
sake, Christie. Where are you going with
this?” Lee asked.
“It’s okay,
Captain Crane,” Kate said.
Christie
threateningly waved the scissors in front of her face. “I wouldn’t be so sure, Anne. I’m not the same man anymore. Three years in a jail cell, a man builds up a
lot of resentment.” Christie pushed her
head forward and cut her hair off above the pony tail band she had worn. He pushed the hair around playfully. He bent down to it and sniffed.
“The scent of
a woman!” Christie kissed the top of her
hair. “Talk to me, Anne. Make me remember why I chose you.”
“Because I
didn’t bore you.”
“So true, but
tell me, Anne, tell me more. Tell me
why every time I smell you, I lose all good sense. You know how.”
Kate looked
upward at the ceiling briefly, then closed her eyes. “Your vomeronasal organ detects pheromones,
lipophilic compounds in our skin and follicles that give us each signature
odors. These can produce stimulatory
responses, sometimes even aphrodisiacal responses.”
As Kate spoke,
Christie’s hand began to move inside her shirt.
He nuzzled her neck.
“Leave her
alone!” Lee shouted.
Christie did
as Lee asked. He got up abruptly and
approached Lee, gun extended.
“What did you
say, Captain?”
“I said to
leave her alone.”
“You have
another suggestion as to how I might occupy the time, seeing as your people are
responsible for the delay?” Christie
smiled. “Yes, Captain, I have no doubt
that the damage to our boat was caused by your people. However, it changes nothing. After all, I hold the trump cards. Maybe it’s time you fully understood
that.” Christie turned on the radio. “Come, Captain, hail your beloved Admiral
Nelson for us.”
Lee shook his
head in refusal.
“Very
well. I’ll do it. Come in Nelson. Someone wants to talk to you.”
“This is
Nelson. Who is this?”
Christie
pressed his hand onto Lee’s newly wrapped injured hand. Lee yelped.
“Lee, is that
you? Lee, are you all right?”
“Answer him,
Lee. We wouldn’t want to worry him.”
“It’s me,
Admiral.”
“Who hailed
me?”
“Christie.”
“Damn. Are you hurt?”
“Not
seriously.”
“He means not
yet, Nelson. However, I can assure you
that at the first sign of resistance, that will change. Do you understand me?”
“Christie,
you’re not a big enough fool to think you can get away with this. Walk away now before you do something you’ll
regret.”
“The only
regret that I’ll have is not seeing your face when you realize how badly you’ve
failed, how easily you were manipulated!
Imagine my delight in finding Crane here. Yes, if it had been you, so much the better,
I suppose, but still, for so much to go my way!
It must gall you so.”
“Look, you
don’t even have to turn yourself in. We
can work a deal. You can go someplace
without extradition. Trade me for them.”
“You are
desperate, aren’t you, Nelson?”
“You’re a
better man than this, Christie.”
“Here’s my
deal, Nelson. You don’t interfere, I
don’t kill them, at least not immediately.
If you do, they die, slowly, painfully.”
“You’re not a
violent man, Christie, we both know that.”
Christie
pistol whipped Lee again.
“Ask your
Captain just how true that is, Nelson.”
“Lee, what’s
going on?”
“Tell him,
Lee,” Christie mocked.
“Admiral, I
think Christie’s plenty capable of violence now.”
“Enough
chatter! You understand my
conditions. Violate them at your own
risk.”
“I’ll hunt you
down to the ends of the earth if anything happens to them, Christie.”
“I look
forward to it, Nelson.” Christie flung
the radio into the wall. “Where were
we? Oh, yes, killing time whilst waiting
for our ride.”
“What do you
intend to do with us?” Lee asked.
Christie
smirked. “I think you know quite well,
Captain Crane. Deja vu all over again,
as the saying goes. You’ll soon be
visiting with your friends from the People’s Republic, permanently this time, I
expect.”
Chapter
15 - Putting a Hurting On
“What about
Kate?” Lee asked. “Are you planning to
turn her over to the People’s Republic too?”
“Kate? You mean Anne, of course. I’m not quite certain anymore. Your presence has changed the options
somewhat.”
“Meaning
what?”
“Meaning Anne
has become somewhat disposable now.
Certainly our friends could tap into her genius for their own ends as
planned, but here you stand, with military secrets galore to share for minimal
effort.”
“Dirk, please,
you can’t do that to him, not again. Let
him be. I’ll do whatever you want,” Kate
begged.
“Don’t you see
that I can do whatever I want already?”
“I won’t put
up a fight. He will. I’ll make it easy for you.”
“Like you
always have, my love?”
“Yes, I’ll go
along blindly just as before.”
“I did it all
for us, Anne, so we could move forward.”
“Right, you
produced inferior parts endangering the armed forces of this country and then
sold out your country to help your relationship? Don’t you dare try to pin this on her,
Christie!” Lee shouted.
“Lee, don’t,”
Kate begged.
“She protests
because she knows the truth, Captain Crane.
It was for our future, so we could get out from under my father and his
father once and for all.”
“That makes no
sense.”
“It makes more
sense than you could possibly know.”
Lee wasn’t
sure he wanted to hear Christie’s ravings, but knew that buying time was in his
and Kate’s best interests. “How?”
“The feds were
investigating the holding companies that financed the business, our
shareholders. I knew it would all come
to a crashing end soon. So why not use
that as an opportunity to break free?
That meant generating extra cash to finance our exit -- out of the
country, away from my family -- and to finally be able to start my own family
the way I wanted.”
“I don’t get
it,” Lee said.
“No, I suppose
you wouldn’t. It’s funny how it all tied
together so neatly. Whatever else my
family represents, they came to this country to embrace the American way of
life and escape fascism. My father and
his brother both proudly served in the Navy.
Neither was pleased with my choice of a potential wife, the daughter of
notorious traitors. Mind you, they
didn’t mind me using her talents for the benefit of the company which earned
them millions, but god forbid she should be a daughter-in-law or mother to
their grandchild, I’d be cut out.
Me! I built the damn company
virtually from scratch. Meanwhile, from
the get go, Nelson, that pain in my side -- a man whose exploits have been
thrown in my face for years , continually tried to pull Anne away from me. Finally, I had a chance to say to hell with
all of them. Anne and I could start over
out of the country free of all of them.”
“Your
relatives knew Admiral Nelson?” Lee asked.
“My father and
uncle served with him; they credit him with saving their lives. He was second only to Jesus. That’s why I could never take him on
directly. Originally I just had a
little bit of fun by going at him by changing the herculite specs that we gave
to the subcontractor. And even after
Nelson turned Anne against me, I knew it was better to come at him indirectly.
through you, my dear Captain.”
“No one turned
me against you,” Kate protested. “I
simply found out the truth. I couldn’t
live with it.”
“If Nelson
hadn’t set you to it, it would all have been different. We’d be together. Married.
Babies even. Free to live the way
we talked about.” Dirk placed his pistol
on the nightstand opposite Kate, out of her or Lee’s reach, then leaned in
towards Kate. He rubbed his head into
her hair again. “God help me, but I’ve
missed you.” He forced a kiss upon her,
then began to unbutton her blouse. Anne
didn’t resist, but stoically tolerated his molestation. He moved to unbutton her pants and pull them
down. Lee shook his arms furiously
against the foot rail, futilely trying to reach at Christie. Christie nestled his face between Anne’s legs
for several minutes before he brought his head up.
“The scent of
a woman, Captain, my woman, even after all she’s done to destroy me. You smell it too, I can see. Even Arnold over there can smell it and react
to it. We’re all weak creatures of
flesh, you know. Victims of hormones,
pheromones. Look at you both.
Pornography is effective on even the staidest of us, because we are all victims
of desire. You can have the Captain,
Arnold. I’ll even help you along.” Christie reached through the footboard to
Lee’s pants. Lee thrust his cuffed hands
up and down the iron rail to create as much of an obstacle as he could, but
Christie was able to unlatch Lee’s waistband and zipper. Lee’s pants slowly sagged to his knees, his
resistance only speeding their descent.
“Come on,
Arnold, I’ve seen you do it enough times over the years. Don’t be embarrassed.”
“I’m not a
rapist, Christie,” Arnold protested.
“If you could
see him from my angle, you’d see he might be more willing than he’d ever admit,
aren’t you, Captain?”
“Stop this
insanity, Christie,” Lee demanded.
“Well, if
Arnold isn’t willing to play, you’ll just have to watch us, Crane.” Christie made good on his word, but he wasn’t
content to let Anne just lie there unresisting.
“Tell me how good it feels, Anne.
How you missed me. Show me.” His violence increased, but she remained
passive until he expended himself. He
laid atop her a few moments. Lee prayed
it was over. He didn’t think Anne had
been badly hurt physically, at least so far as he could see. Unfortunately, Christie wasn’t done, a fact
which resonated as puzzling to Lee given what he’d just witnessed.
“You know what
I want now, Anne.”
“Enough, Dirk,
please.”
Dirk retrieved
his pistol and aimed it at Lee. “Your
choice, Anne. His arm or his leg?” He cocked the trigger.
“All right,
just leave him alone.” Anne moved forward
toward the footboard, but the cuff stopped her progress.
Christie
unlocked her cuffed right hand. “No
tricks or I will shoot to maim him.”
“No tricks,”
she promised. Ann moved toward the
middle of the bed. She looked dolefully
at Lee, mouthing “I’m so sorry.”
“No, I am,”
Lee whispered.
“Finish me
off,” Christie ordered. Christie aimed his gun at Kate’s side as he returned to
where he’d begun. “Ah, god, the smell
and taste of a woman,” Christie exclaimed after only a few moments as he pushed
Kate off to the side of him. “Thank you,
my love.” Christie got up and pulled up
his pants. “Hah, the good Captain looks
nearly ready to go now too!” he announced as he stood. “Should we take pity on the poor fool,
Anne? It may be his last chance in this
lifetime.”
“Enough,
Dirk. I’m sufficiently humiliated.”
“I don’t think
you get to be the judge of that, Anne.
This is my show. Come on,
now. He only needs a little help now.”
Anne was in
tears. “Don’t do this, please.”
Dirk pistol
whipped Lee in the cheek and shot his fist into Lee’s side immediately
after. “I could hurt him bad or you
could hurt him good, Anne.”
“Why would you
do this?” Kate begged.
“Because I
haven’t sufficiently humiliated Nelson’s golden boy yet,” Dirk smiled.
Kate and Lee
exchanged pitying looks.
“It’s all
right,” Lee whispered to Kate. “Just do
as he says. We will get through this.”
“Come on Anne,
touch him. Fondle him.” Christie prepared to swipe at Lee again.
Tears dripped
from her eyes. As she hesitated,
Christie punched Lee in the side once again.
“All right. Just stop!” She did as ordered. Lee didn’t want to respond, but Christie had
been right about some things. The flesh
sometimes has a mind of its own.
“Stop!”
Christie ordered abruptly. “Ha. How much more stimulation would it take,
Crane? A touch? Or shall we leave you with blue balls for a
memory? What do you say?”
“It’s your
game, Christie, not mine. This changes
nothing,” Lee protested.
“You’re wrong
about that. Controlling others is highly
empowering. And doing it sexually is
more exciting than I ever realized it could be.
Now it’s my turn to watch you take her.”
“I think
that’d be rather difficult to accomplish in this position,” Crane said. Maybe, just maybe, Christie could be induced
to remove his cuffs.
“Anne can
think of way. She’s quite amazing with
spatial relations, aren’t you, love?
Come on, get in there.” Christie
again began to launch the pistol toward Lee’s face.
“All
right. Just stop hitting him,
please!” Kate wedged into the space
between Lee’s torso and the footboard.
“Good. Better make this exciting, Crane, or I’ll
have to think of something else to kill time.”
Lee thought of
the many times he had been beaten or even tortured, the times that he’d
willingly exposed himself to danger or punishment to save others, and then
there was this. Just when you thought a
human being couldn’t go lower, Christie did.
Lee questioned whether he should cooperate. Was he protecting Kate or himself if he did
or was he making matters worse?
“It’s all
right, Lee,” Kate whispered. “Just do
what he says. There can’t be much time
left.”
“I don’t even
know if I can. Are you sure?”
“Just pretend
he isn’t here. Pretend it was last
week.”
That would be
a stretch, but for now, alive and not badly injured appeared to be their best
option. Lee bent his knees to meet
Kate. Kate wrapped her arms around Lee’s
neck to pull off the floor. Lee really
couldn’t maneuver much, except to push Kate to a sit across the horizontal bar
of the footboard to relieve the pressure
on the shoulder he knew she’d hurt earlier.
“Come on, this
isn’t much of a show!” Christie complained.
“Boring, is
what it is,” Arnold Swenson said, his first contribution to the conversation in
a long time.
“For god’s
sake, don’t bore my friend here!” Christie yelled and rammed his elbow into
Lee’s back, thrusting him forward into Kate.
Both groaned.
Kate, with
eyes tightly closed, wrapped her legs tightly around Lee’s torso. It couldn’t be long, she thought, she hoped,
for both their sakes, but what rational man could be expected to perform under
such circumstances? She feared what
Christie might do if that happened, but a moment later she didn’t need to. She felt a wash of warmth before Lee gently
bent down and backed up a few inches so that Kate could stand again. Both opened their eyes again, sorrow and pain
evident.
“Get out of
there!” Christie abruptly yelled at her. Kate ducked under Lee’s arms as quickly as she
could. Christie grabbed her by the arm
as she emerged. He backhanded her in the
chest so hard that she reeled into the wall and sank down to the floor. “You goddamn slut.” He pinned her by the throat. “Did it ever occur to you to say ‘no, I
won’t, I couldn’t, my love, not to you’
for even a second? I think you
even enjoyed that.” Christie’s face
flushed red. He struck out at her again,
this time slapping her face. “You
whore. I’ll show you.”
Lee struggled
even harder this time to break away from the footboard rails, but the sturdy
antique bed frame made of solid cast iron would not give. Lee merely began to drag the entire bed a few
inches, an exhausting effort, to no avail.
“Christie,
stop it, for God’s sake, stop,” Lee pleaded.
It was as if Christie couldn’t hear him. What unfolded before him then no longer
resembled a warped psychological game between former lovers. It was plain, brutal rape and it crushed
Lee’s spirit to watch helplessly as it happened. He turned his head to Arnold Swenson. “For god’s sake man, stop him before he kills
her.” Swenson, although he looked very
uncomfortable, either didn’t know what to do or was too afraid to act.
Kate stopped
moving. Lee half hoped she was
unconscious, that she had been for some time.
Roger burst through the door, pulling everyone’s attention outward.
“Oh, sorry,
boss. Um, you want me to come back in a
couple of minutes?”
Christie
looked up at him silently, his face distorted in his pique. In a few moments, however, he composed
himself in what Lee thought nearly a Jekyll-Hyde transformation. “Do you come with news, Roger?”
“Our ride will
be here in five minutes.”
“Wonderful,”
he smiled. “Stay here with us, just to
make sure our guests don’t try anything foolish.”
“Are we going
take them out of here like that?”
“Our submarine
captain doesn’t look quite so formidable in his BVDs, does he? I suppose he’ll suffer enough loss of dignity
in the days ahead that we can let him wear his pants up on the way out, if
you’d be so kind as to help him.”
“And her?”
“Don’t you
think naked is appropriate for a whore?”
“Whatever you
say boss,” Roger said unable to draw his gaze away from Kate.
“I see your
point. She might prove distracting.”
“Kinda, yes.”
Christie rose
and redressed his lower half. Lee could
not help but notice the oddity that Christie’s pants continued to bulge even
after what he’d just done. Had Roger not
interrupted when he did, Christie’s abuse might have gone on longer.
Christie
rummaged through Kate’s closet and produced a simple dress. He threw it at her. “Put it on.”
Kate began to move slowly, but it was clear she’d been injured. Lee looked at her, caught sight of the
scissors nearby and shot a suggestive glance to her.
Kate
understood what Lee wanted, but didn’t know yet if she had the physical ability
or energy to comply. She used the wall
to prop herself as she rose from the floor.
Various parts throbbed as she awkwardly pulled the dress over her
head. She backed up against the
nightstand as she donned the dress, sweeping the scissors into her palm and
slipping them into the side pocket of the dress, along with a pen that also had
been on the nightstand. Christie and
Roger didn’t seem to notice as they were busy releasing and re-securing Lee’s
handcuffs. Swenson’s gun aimed at Kate
kept Lee from attempting anything.
“You want to
use the cuffs on her, boss?” Roger asked when Lee was re-cuffed behind his
back.
“I don’t think
we need to bother. Come along,
Anne,” Christie put his arm around her
waist and steered her along toward the stairs.
Lee pondered
action on the stairwell. He could catch
Roger off balance if he fell forward, negating the gun in his hand. Lee doubted that Arnold Swenson would fire
the gun he’d tensely held. Swenson
looked as though he wished he was anywhere else. If Lee could count on Kate to use the
scissors or even to knock Christie down the stairs, it might result in enough
chaos to give them an edge. Of course,
there was at least one armed man outside.
Lee would need to get the cuffs free to deal with him. He turned his head back toward Kate, stalling
on the step. “Keep moving,” Roger said,
nudging the gun more firmly into Lee’s lower back.
A dozen
scenarios went through Lee’s mind how it could play out. None were foolproof. He had to decide in seconds what to do. Nothing.
He had to trust Admiral Nelson who swore he would not let Lee get taken
aboard that sub. If Lee pulled something
and failed, Christie would hurt one of them badly, most probably Kate. Lee had doubts as the afternoon had begun,
but after watching Christie’s personality changes he believed that Christie
might really carry out his threat to kill Kate and take only Lee. Lee had to hope that a better opportunity
would present itself. At the very least,
it bought them more time, time he hoped his men would use to good avail.
Chapter
16 - Trouble in Open Water
Lee and Kate
were herded at gunpoint into a dinghy outfitted with an outboard motor. Lee couldn’t see a boat, however. Lee immediately knew this meant that
Christie’s cohorts had obtained a slower boat with a deeper draft that could
not navigate the cove even as far as the cigarette boat had when it backed
up. Lee could not help but feel that
his ordering Sharkey to take out the cigarette boat to buy more time had
backfired miserably. He also calculated
that if the sub remained in Canadian waters, they faced at least another hour
of Christie’s games before dealing with whatever horrors might face them on the
sub. Cigarette boats had little in the
way of below deck space. The cabin
cruiser that awaited them outside the cove promised Christie privacy to
continue his horrid games if he chose.
Lee raged inside at how things went, but raging internally was all he
could do.
Things were
definitely looking worse when they were directed aboard the cruiser. Several more armed guards were unhelpful to
escape possibilities. Meanwhile, Dirk
Christie had reverted to Dr. Jekyll mode.
He tenderly helped Kate aboard acting as if he had not been the one to
hurt her.
Lee and Kate
were escorted to the cabin below deck.
Lee was instructed to enter the galley bench first, a difficult feat
given cuffs latched behind his back.
Kate sat next to him. Christie
rummaged through a nearby pantry and produced three glasses and a bottle of
gin. “I apologize for the lack of
mixers. Had the other boat not had
problems, I could have offered a better selection.” He poured three glasses, each two fingers
tall. He reached into his pants pocket
and slapped several things on the table including a pill bottle, a capped
syringe and a vial of medicine. Christie
took a couple of pills out of the bottle, then replaced the other items in his
pocket. Christie swallowed the pills,
knocked back his drink and poured another.
“If only someone had laid in some ice.
Alas. Drink up.”
Kate ignored
Christie, and Lee was helpless to comply given his hands were cuffed behind his
back.
“It wasn’t a
request. Drink.” Christie waved his pistol in their general
direction. Lee was more concerned with
the gun toting man by the hatch.
“Drink,” Christie again ordered,
this time bringing the glass to Lee’s lips.
“Is it not your brand, Captain?”
“I prefer
coffee.”
“Sorry to
disappoint you, but this is all there is.
Drink it and say thank you.”
“Or?” Lee spat out before he thought of the wisdom
of it. The immediate change in Christie’s
demeanor told Lee he’d miscalculated.
“Never mind,” Lee said, “I’ll drink it.”
“A man who
learns from his mistakes is a wise man, Captain. And you, Anne? You sorely look like you would benefit by a
drink.”
Kate’s eyes
had not met Christie’s or Lee’s since they’d boarded and her face remained
downcast. Lee wished that Christie
would leave them alone for a few minutes.
With Christie there, he dare not try to talk to her, let alone comfort
her.
“You do not
seem to understand the gravity of the situation, Anne. You should drink.”
Kate raised
her head. Lee had a clearer view of the
bruises that had begun to show. He
wanted to throttle Christie’s last breath from his throat. Kate’s left hand moved slowly, shakily toward
the glass. Meanwhile, unseen by
Christie, Kate’s right hand slipped something into Lee’s left, the metal clip
from the ball point pen. She followed
that up by placing the scissors behind Lee.
She continued to raise the glass slowly towards her mouth, each movement
an obvious strain on her injured shoulder.
When the glass was about to reach her mouth, with a groan of pain, she
tossed it at Christie.
Lee hoped for
Kate’s sake that Christie wouldn’t erupt, even though Lee knew she’d done it as
a taunting diversion to give Lee a chance to free himself. Christie placed his pistol on the table to
his left, out of Kate’s reach, before he stood up and then picked up the gin
bottle. “That was unkind of you,
Anne. I don’t understand why you would
choose to be like that now. It seems so
. . . so unwise.” Christie crossed along
the end the table, sidling up to Kate.
“Was it so much to ask of you, to take a small drink, to celebrate this
moment?” He reached out with one hand to
push Kate’s head backwards. He tried to
pour the contents of the bottle down her throat, mostly drenching her. Kate seemed oddly passive, but Lee was all
right with it if it kept Christie from physically abusing her.
“No protests
from either of you?” Christie smirked.
“Have we so easily yielded to the puppeteer?” Christie bent down and licked Kate’s
cheek. Kate instinctively recoiled back
towards Lee. “He can’t protect you, my
love. I could have. I might have.” Christie nuzzled his face into hers. “I might still. Come with me.” Christie tugged her by the left arm. Kate groaned.
“Leave her be,
Christie,” Lee pleaded. “Can’t you see
she’s hurt?” The bulge on Kate’s left
shoulder had swollen further in the last hour.
Lee also worried about the injuries he couldn’t see. Christie continued to pull her up until a
sudden lurch of the boat stalled his efforts.
Kate, halfway up, fell sideways into the table. She moaned in pain.
“What the
hell?” Christie railed as he bounced off the bulkhead.
Lee knew what
had happened. The boat had suddenly
stopped. What he didn’t know yet was
why.
Christie
yelled up the hatch. “What the hell is
going on up there?” He received no
answer. “Keep a close eye on them,”
Christie barked, flying through the hatch door.
The guard left
behind wisely picked up Christie’s abandoned weapon. “You, back on the bench,” he directed Kate.
Kate eased
slowly to the bench, her breath shallow.
The guard kept
his gun trained on Lee, but all the while kept his head turned toward the
hatch, keen on hearing what the trouble was and how it might affect him.
Lee whispered
to Kate. “How badly are you hurt?”
“Don’t worry
about me. You have to get out of here.”
“We leave
together. Maybe soon.”
“What’s
happening?”
“Engines are
still running, but straining. I’m
guessing the props are fouled.”
Christie
slammed back through the hatch doors terminating their conversation. “Goddamit!”
He reached for the radio on the port side above the galley. “Cobra 169er, this is Adder 12, come in.”
“Adder 12
acknowledged. Pass key?”
“729 623
Krakow. Our props are fouled. You’ll have to come to us.”
“Negative. Objective will be aborted.”
“Tell your
boss we have Captain Lee Crane of the submarine Seaview aboard too, then get
back to me.”
A long pause
followed.
“We need
assurances you have not been followed.
Sonar readings have picked up an echo or shadow from underneath your
boat.”
“Jackson, get
down here!” Christie yelled.
The man Lee
presumed to be the pilot came down.
“Yes, sir?”
“Tell the man
that nothing’s followed us,” Christie ordered.
“No sir,
nothing has followed us, other than maybe a pod of dolphins or a humpback. They love to coast underneath these
tubs. Nothing on the surface at all and
certainly nothing big enough to be a sub.”
“Tell them why
we are stopped,” Christie said.
“We caught a
fishing net in our props. It may take
over a half hour or longer to clear it.”
“Listen to the
man!” Christie said. “You can be here in
far less time.”
“We have other
concerns.”
“We’re barely
a couple of miles out of international waters.
You’ll be in and out before anyone can react,” Christie urged.
“Attempt
repairs. We will advise of our decision
shortly.”
Christie’s
face bulged. “You heard the man,
Jackson. Get to work on those
props. If they won’t come in, we need to
get out to international waters.”
Christie took his pistol from the guard’s left hand. He cocked it and pointed it at Lee’s
face. “This better not be Nelson’s
doing!” After a tense few moments, he
slammed the gun onto the table, released it there, and inhaled deeply. “As long as we’ve got time on our hands, I’m
going to clean up. Advise me the second
you hear back from our friends on the radio and keep a close eye on them.” Christie started to pull away. “On second thought, since you made this mess,
Anne, you should help clean it up. Come
on.” He once again pulled at her injured
arm.
“Christie,
don’t,” Lee pleaded.
“Don’t worry,
Lee. I’ll be all right.”
Lee knew
nothing was further from the truth, but if and until he worked himself free,
there was little he could do to help Kate.
He’d seen Christie’s personality shifts too many times already. Lee had a hunch what caused them. Christie’s physique before jail was nothing
like it was now. Now, he could pass for
a bodybuilder. Steroid use in prison
wasn’t uncommon. His aggression now
could be tied to steroid use or even withdrawal. Yet something didn’t add up. Steroids were well known to reduce sexual
function, and that certainly hadn’t been a problem for Christie. Quite the opposite, Christie’s fast recovery
earlier had led to him hurting Kate repeatedly.
That vial and the needle, could they be responsible? Damn.
If his folks had fouled the props, Lee’s people only bought Christie
more time to hurt her again. Lee was
desperate to break free to stop him.
“Fill the sink
up, Anne,” he yelled as he pushed her into the head. For a few moments, Lee heard nothing
else. He couldn’t see what was happening
down the corridor. When he tried to
strain over the table to get a look, the guard pushed him back by waving his
gun in Lee’s face.
“Come on, now,
Anne. Clean me up.” Christie spoke loudly to make sure that Lee
would hear. However, Lee heard no
response to Christie’s demand. Moments
later, he heard gagging. “Come on,
Anne. You’re options are limited.”
Again, Lee
heard no response at first, then more gagging.
“I see your
game, now, Anne. You don’t care if I
drown you. You want to die. But I don’t want you to die, Anne. Death is easy. Three years in prison is not.”
Lee heard more
gagging, followed by coughing. He worked
furiously to undo the cuffs with the ball point clip, but working behind his
back while sitting was infuriatingly difficult.
“Stop squirming,” the guard ordered, only half paying attention as the
drama down the corridor drew his attention too.
“You son of a
bitch. I lost everything too. Family, friends, my career.”
“That’s it,
Anne. I like you feisty.”
“You made
stupid choices! Did it ever occur to
your macho brain that if you’d asked me, I might have helped you find a way out
of the business, a legal way, one that wouldn’t have killed people?”
“Oh, that’s
good, Anne. God, that’s good. But that’s all in the past now. What lies ahead for us now, Anne? What could be?” Silence.
“Tell me, Anne.”
“Nothing.”
“I could
negotiate with the Republic. You could
offer your services to them voluntarily.
We could be together.”
“So I could be
the traitor that my father and mother were falsely accused of being? No.”
“It’s not like
our government has been your friend, Anne.
They betrayed you on the mildest threat of my revealing the company’s
funding. Then when I told them about
your parentage, well, if it hadn’t been for my idiot relatives shooting at you
on the courthouse steps, I’d have walked away with a slap on the hands. The government would never have let the case
go to the jury once that came out. You’d have been free to come with me
too. I’d have forgiven you then. I might be able to find a way to do it now.”
Lee wished
Kate would just play along for time, agree with Christie just a little. Lee worked in a panic. Lee knew Christie was going to hurt Kate as
it continued, maybe kill her. The guard
-- caught up in the drama -- no longer payed much attention to Lee. Lee furiously wiggled the pen clip in the
cuffs as he strained to hear more, but he heard no response from Kate. He tried to stay on task; he was nearly
free.
After a few
quiet moments, Dirk Christie’s robust laugh broke the silence. “That’s funny, Anne, very funny. Captain Crane, you should know, she said
she’d agree on one condition, that I set you free now. Ha ha.
What a sense of humor, you have, my love. How I do so need you by my side!”
The cuffs
popped open. Lee wanted to rush to help
her, but first he had an armed guard to dodge.
Lee daren’t make unnecessary movement to draw the man’s attention to his
efforts. He carefully and quietly
slipped the cuffs off his cramped wrists, rubbing his wrists to restore better
circulation. Then Lee picked up the
scissors in his right hand, opened them wide to expose a single blade and
decided on his move. Moments later, he,
like the guard, was distracted by the sounds from the head: Kate crying out in pain and banging and
crashing noises.
Lee started up
from the bench. The guard turned to see
his movement. “Sit back down.”
Lee cursed
inwardly. “That drink. Would you mind?”
“Yeah, I know
what you mean, pal.” The guard didn’t
seem very comfortable either. He took a
swig straight from the bottle. “He’s one
mean s.o.b.” After the guard set the
bottle down, he brought the cup of gin to Lee’s lips. If Lee had more time, he might have worked
the guard differently; he might have not had to resort to the level of violence
he did. He plunged the scissors into the
right eyeball of the guard, pulled them back out and jabbed a second time in
the man’s throat. Blood spurted
everywhere. The shocked guard gagged. He couldn’t call for help. As Lee emerged from behind the bench, the
radio called. “Adder 12, this is Cobra
169er, please acknowledge.”
Lee picked up
Christie’s gun from the table. He walked
up the three steps to the hatch and hitched the lock from the inside. As he came back down, the radio call
repeated. Lee hesitated. In the seconds it would take to respond,
Christie could kill Kate, if he hadn’t already.
If Lee didn’t respond, the sub might not come into U.S. waters. The fiasco would then be complete. He was fairly certain that Kate would tell
him to play it out if given the option.
“This is Adder 12. Passkey 729
623 Krakow.”
“We will
arrive at your position in ten minutes.
We will allow four minutes for passenger transfer, no longer.”
“Acknowledged.”
Ten minutes,
Lee worried as he ran back to the head.
At least Christie was unarmed.
Lee’s gut
wrenched as he stepped into the head.
Anne was draped over Christie in the shower stall, her arms hanging
limply on his back, her head off toward the wall side where Lee could not see
it. Christie, mounted beneath her,
grunted as he slammed her inert body into the wall behind.
“Put her down,
Christie. Now.”
Christie
didn’t seem to hear Lee at first.
“Now,
Christie. Set her down, gently.”
Christie
finally caught focus of Lee.
“I mean
it. I’ll shoot you right now if you
don’t.”
Christie
nodded towards Lee, but instead of obeying, he turned so that Kate’s body
shielded him or so he thought. Lee shot
Christie in the foot. Christie released
his hold on Kate. She slumped forwards
into Lee. He held her between his
arms. Christie lurched toward them, but
Lee didn’t hesitate. He pumped three
rounds point blank into Christie’s chest.
“Kate, can you
walk?”
“Huh?”
Lee felt along
the back of her head. Blood. She was dazed from a blow to the head,
possibly concussed. “We’ve got to get to
the forward hatch. It’s our only
chance.” Lee quickly realized that she
wasn’t in any shape to follow instructions.
He took her in a fireman’s carry to the forward cabin. “They’ll have heard the gunshots and try to
get inside. I think the hatch doors will
hold them for a while. They can’t open
the fore hatch from outside.”
“You go.
Come back for me later.”
“Kate, we go
together, and we have to go soon.” Lee
got up on the bunk and pushed up the hatch slowly. He didn’t see anyone on the bow or
sides. He came back down. “I think it’s clear enough to risk it.”
“They’re not
really going to cross the border for us, are they?”
“Yes, they’ll
be here in a just a few minutes.”
“I won’t be
able to stay afloat, Lee.”
“I’ll take
care of that for you.”
“In open sea,
for how long? Don’t risk it for me. I can’t let you.”
“We’re not out
here alone. I’m sure of it. The fishing line fouling the prop, the sonar
shadow, that’s the Flying Sub.”
“Can’t we just
wait here then?”
“I’d rather
not. Even assuming that my men are
coming aboard soon, it’d be best to be off this boat when the sub arrives.”
“Why?”
“Because when
her captain realizes this isn’t going per plan, he’s likely to blow us out of
the water. I’d like to be as far off her
as time allows. I suspect we have help
waiting nearby. I’m going up first. I want you to stand right here. Don’t move.
If you do, I’ll have to come back down for you and we’ll lose precious
time. I know it will hurt when I pull you
up, but try to stay as quiet as you can.”
Kate
nodded. Lee worried she would crumple to
the floor when he let her go. He also
worried she would choose not to come, but hoped his threat to come back would
discourage that. He topped the hatch
without being seen. He took a better
look around before he reached down for Kate.
He knew she would have trouble staying low. He was sure her ribs were injured. If they were spotted, he’d have to shield her
and fire quickly. He rather anticipated
it would happen that way. He took a
readying breath and extended both his hands to her. She raised her right arm up towards him, but
she couldn’t get the left one above her shoulder. Lee wasn’t surprised; he’d known it was
dislocated. He pulled in one long, strong
motion, expecting only one chance at this.
Kate closed her eyes, grimacing, groaning softly until Lee got her upper
torso out of the hatch and then pulled her gently out the rest of the way onto
the bow.
Lee turned
just in time to see one of Christie’s thugs heading toward them, gun
extended. Without hesitation, Lee rolled
and fired. Four to go, Lee counted,
wishing Nelson’s promised help had materialized five minutes earlier. Two more men rushed towards the bow. Lee was in trouble now. He fired at one, then rolled the opposite way
to come up aiming at the other. He heard
a shot and mentally prepared for an impact.
As he came up to shoot, he was somewhat surprised to discover he was
fine and the assailant was no longer in sight.
“Got him,
Skipper!” a voice yelled. More shots peeled off toward starboard.
“All clear,
Skipper!” It was Sharkey’s voice. Lee sighed in relief. Sharkey and Stu Riley ascended toward the bow
in wet suits. “We should get moving fast
sir. That sub is nearly here.”
Lee
nodded. “She needs help off.” Lee suddenly felt all in. His hand wound throbbed as did his numerous
bruises.
“I’ve got you,
Ma’am,” Riley said as he gently helped Kate up, then picked her up fireman style.
“Um, Skipper,
I think we don’t have time to dawdle,” Sharkey urged.
“Hold on to
her as best you can, Riley. Kate, we’re
going to have to go off the bow. I’m
sorry.”
On cue, the
three men ran forward and jumped.
“Damn that’s
cold,” Lee shivered. Sharkey held on to
him and pulled him forward. They were
met by two navy frogmen holding on to four diving scooters and bearing two
small emergency scuba tanks. Sharkey
took one scooter with gear and Riley the other.
“Let’s move,
people. We’ll get clear and then get
gear on later if we need it,” one of the Navy frogmen yelled.
“Skipper, I
could use your belt,” said Riley.
“There isn’t
time,” the Navy frogman barked.
“I’m worried
she won’t be able to hold on if I don’t tether her,” Riley said.
Lee had his
belt off so fast that any argument was pointless. Riley wrapped it around Kate’s waist, then
ran a short line with a carabineer from his belt to it. “Just ride me like a dolphin, Ma’am, and keep
your head above water.”
“Guess you’ll
just have to hold on to me, Sir,” Sharkey laughed, “but don’t be thinking I’m a
dolphin.” Sharkey kicked on the scooter
and was off before the Skipper could respond.
When they were about a thousand feet from the boat a massive explosion
rocked the water. They slowed down, both
to look back and to take the swells more calmly. The boat was gone.
“Don’t get
comfortable, sir. A bigger bang is
likely to come soon,” Sharkey said. They
started forward again, only to turn their heads as the Flying Sub whizzed over
them past the exploded boat.
“Stop,” Lee yelled over the scooter noise.
“Something
wrong, Captain Crane?” the Navy frogman asked as he stopped. The others also halted.
“We deserve to
see this,” Lee said.
“We really
should clear out of here.”
“We’re safe
enough.”
“That sub
could send missiles our way still,” the Navy frogman argued.
“Unlikely.” Lee moved towards Kate. “It’s going to end now, Kate. Watch.”
Lee supported
her by the side as Riley straightened so they were upright. Depth charge canisters dropped in sets of two
from the Flying Sub’s hatch, enough to cover a broad area. Deafening roars filled the sky. A missile exploded from the surface toward
the Flying Sub. She waggled and escaped
its first pass. A heat seeker, it looped
and returned toward her. Another erupted
from underwater and came at her from the rear.
“Where’s the
damn help the Navy promised?” Crane yelled worried for his men aboard. The Flying Sub didn’t carry weapons capable
of stopping heat seeking missiles.
Two sonic
booms pierced the air. Several
overlapping explosions followed, above and below the water. Heavy smoke filled the air. Seconds later, when the smoke cleared, the
Flying Sub was still aloft, accompanied by two Navy jets who’d downed the
missiles. Moments later, an obviously
damaged sub broached the water’s surface.
Broadcasted
words boomed through the air. “This is
the United States Navy. You have
breached United States waters illegally.
Surrender immediately.”
“Like that’s
ever going to happen,” Riley snorted.
“I think
you’re right. Let’s get farther away
while we can,” Lee said. They resumed
their cold swim for another minute before a massive explosion occurred. The swells took some time to reach them.
“Hold on
tight, folks,” Lee warned, really speaking to a weary Kate as the others
knew. Lee didn’t like how pale she
looked. “Riley, give her some
oxygen.”
A minute
later, the Flying Sub landed fifty yards ahead of their position. A Naval cutter approached them from
starboard.
“The Doc’s on
board with Mr. Morton, sir,” Sharkey advised, answering the Skipper’s unspoken
question.
“Help me get
her in FS1 then.”
“We’ll do
that, sir,” all four men volunteered.
“I’ll hang
back with the Skipper, if it’s okay with you all,” Sharkey said.
Without
acknowledgement the two Navy frogmen and Riley took Kate aboard.
“How are you
holding up, sir?”
“I look that
bad?”
“You look all
in.”
“Thanks for
the rescue, last minute though it was.”
“Sorry we were
late, sir. Navy just ain’t what it used
to be.”
“No
kidding. Where’d Riley come from?”
“He was on
leave canoodling with a girl in Boston.
I hijacked him.”
“Well thank
you for that, Sharkey. Not to seem
ungracious, but it might be better for Kate if you and Riley go back with that
cutter.”
“No problem,
Skipper. Hey, Riley, we’re catching a
lift back with our new friends.”
“Thanks,” Lee
said to all before he entered the top hatch.
“Our pleasure,
sir.”
“Next time,
don’t cut it so close!” Lee yelled.
Chapter
17 - Damage Assessment
As Lee boarded
FS1, Dr. Will Jamieson and Chip immediately came to his side, draping a warm
blanket over his shivering form. “I’m
fine.”
“Sure you are,
Lee.” Dr. Jamieson already had Lee’s
wounded hand in his. “That’ll need
stitches, for certain.”
“Kate’s hurt
worse. Check her first. Chip, back off a minute and let me talk to
the doctor privately.” Lee waited until
Chip was clear. “I’m pretty sure she’s
got a dislocated left shoulder and a cracked rib or two, lower ones. She’s got a gash on the back of her head,
right side.”
“I’ll make a
field medic of you yet, Captain,” Doc joked.
When Lee didn’t acknowledge him, Doc’s worry radar was set off. “Sorry, Lee.
What else do I need to know?”
“She may have
internal injuries too.”
“You think
this why?”
“She was
raped.”
“Oh.”
“Two of the
times were very rough physically,” Lee said.
“My lord.”
“I was there
and I couldn’t help her, Jamie.” Lee’s
eyes were clouded over now. Maybe he’d
have spared her that last time if he had moved faster, if . . . if . . . if.
“I know you
did your best, Captain. Maybe it would
help if you stayed by her, since she knows you.
You’re a friend. She may not feel
comfortable alone with me.”
Lee couldn’t
say no, as much as he wanted to shrink into the hardware just then.
“Hi,
Kate. I’m Doctor Jamieson, from the
Seaview. I know you’ve had a very rough
time of it. I’m just going to do a quick
exam to make sure you’re stabilized before we get you to a proper hospital,
okay?”
Kate’s teeth
chattered, making her response less than understandable.
“I’d like to
warm you up as fast as possible. To do
that, I’d l would like to remove your soaked clothes. We’ll give you as much privacy as we can to
do that. Okay?”
She nodded.
“My preference
is to cut your dress off, so we don’t have to move you unnecessarily. Would you prefer me to do it or the Captain?”
“Lee.”
Now Lee really
wanted to shrink away. His overdeveloped
sense of responsibility was about to bite him in the ass big time. “You just lie there, Kate. Let me know if I’m hurting anything.”
“It hurts just
to lie here.” She tried to make a joke
of it, but with the chattering teeth and her condition, it didn’t fly.
“You know what
I mean. Ready?”
The doctor directed Lee to start low and work
up, giving the doctor a chance to glance and cover her with a blanket
simultaneously. Once Lee got to the
top, the doctor instructed him how to cut off the dress. That wasn’t in Lee’s repertoire previously.
“Captain, lay
out another blanket here. Kate, what
we’re going to do next is gently roll you on your side, so we can get the wet
clothes from under you, and then place a nice, dry blanket under you.”
Lee followed
the doctor’s hand motions, wishing Kowalski or some other field medic had been
there to do this.
“Kate, we
could warm you up much faster if we rub your limbs some. Is it okay if the captain does that?” Jamie
asked.
Inwardly, Lee
wished the doctor had asked him if it was okay with Lee. Couldn’t someone else do this? Why him?
Kate nodded
slightly, first looking at Lee, then turning her head away. He gently rubbed her limbs, one at a time,
moving to stay out of the doctor’s way as he examined Kate cursorily.
“I think the
Captain’s diagnoses are quite accurate, Miss.
You have two broken ribs, some dandy bruised ones, a dislocated shoulder
and a host of contusions. Without
equipment on board, I can only say that so far I don’t suspect any internal
bleeding based on your symptoms, though deep bruising in places may feel nearly
as bad. I’m going to give you something
mild for pain right now. After that, we
have two options. We can call in a
chopper for transport on a backboard or we’re going to have to get you up and
harnessed for take off. If I were you,
I’d choose the chopper.”
Kate was
already pulling herself up. “Might never
get another opportunity to fly in this if I did that,” she smiled and grimaced
at the same time. Lee helped her up
while trying to keep her covered by the blanket.
“Anytime you
want a ride, Kate, I’ll take you.”
“Put off doing
things longer? No thank you.”
“I hear you,”
Lee said, assisting her into a bunk.
The doctor
headed toward the nearby jump seat.
“This seat’s taken, Jamie.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard
me. Go co-pilot with Chip.”
“I can’t fly
this thing, Captain, and you know it.”
“Chip can fly
it solo in his sleep. I’m riding shotgun
here.”
Dr. Jamieson
backed off, knowing he’d lose the argument and not wanting to waste time in
transporting his patients. While
warming Kate up offered her greater comfort, it was also likely to accelerate
symptoms that the cold might have hidden or slowed, including internal
bleeding. He assumed the co-pilot’s seat
by Mr. Morton.
“You want to
do take-off, Doc?” Chip joked.
“Only if
you’re anxious to see Davy Jones’ Locker, Mr. Morton.”
“No, sir. Everyone hang on. I’ll try to be smooth.”
Lee decided he
would later critique Chip’s take off as well-above average, with room for
improvement. Then again, the
thrill-seeker in Lee generally preferred a speedy takeoff to a perfectly smooth
one. Maybe he’d let it ride.
Chapter
18 - Fallout
Twenty-five
minutes later, they arrived at the base.
Lee stayed with Kate and
Jamie through transport and into the base’s small emergency
room. Dr. Jamieson disinfected and
stitched Lee’s hand while Lee was seated in a chair separated from Kate only by
a curtain.
Dr. Jamieson
listened in closely as the other doctor examined Kate and ordered tests. When that doctor called out of the room for a
rape kit, Dr. Jamieson and Lee both bristled.
“I’ll take care of this, Lee.”
Dr. Jamieson arose, went around the curtain, and pulled the doctor
outside of the room.
“What the hell
did you do that for?”
“It’s a small
ER. Everyone knew we had a rape victim
coming in before you even got here.”
“That doesn’t
mean you need to scream it down the hall in front of the patient. We’ve got two folks in there that were held
hostage at gunpoint for hours by a maniac.
Don’t you think we could treat them with a little dignity and kindness?”
“I guess
you’re right. Sorry. Hey, weren’t the kidnappers escapees from the
federal pen? Maybe we need two kits?”
“Excuse me?”
Dr. Jamieson asked.
“I mean, well,
you know what happens to guys in prison.
When they come out, that doesn’t change.
I know. I interned at a federal
pen once.”
“And your
experience qualifies you to guess that a man might have been raped without
considering any physical evidence?” Jamie asked.
“As a
responsible physician, under the circumstances, I’d certainly want to rule it
out. There’s an empty exam table across
the hall, if you’d like.”
Dr. Jamieson
glared at the Navy doctor a moment. Then
he shook his head. What if, he
wondered. Would the captain ever admit
such a thing? Should he inquire? He didn’t expect Lee would take it well if he
did, but as a professional, should he ask?
“I’ll have one
left in that room for you just in case,” the doctor said. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll get back to my
patient and try to heed your advice.”
When the
doctors returned to the room, Lee was by Kate’s side, holding her hand speaking
softly to her.
“You might
both want to leave now and give the patient some privacy when we . . .” he
lowered his voice “do the kit.”
“No kit,
doctor,” Kate said.
“What?”
“He’s
dead. There’s no point.”
“Are you
certain?”
“She is,” Lee
answered for Kate.
“I asked her,”
the doctor said.
“Yes, he’s
dead,” Kate said.
“You actually
saw him killed?”
“Captain Crane
shot him, four times if you want to be precise.”
“Just to be
certain. Then the boat he was on blew
up,” Lee added.
“All
right. It’s her choice,” said the
doctor.
“Kate, if It’s
all right with you, I’d like to take Lee out for a more thorough exam now,” Dr.
Jamieson said.
Kate
nodded. Lee objected. Kate dropped his hand. “Go. I
think I’m going to sleep anyway.”
“You just
holler if you want me back.”
Kate nodded
again. She was nearly out.
“Follow me,
Captain.”
“Oh, it’s
‘Captain’ now. That means I’m not going
to like what comes next, right?”
“You know me
so well. Come on in. Lose everything, including the skivvies.”
“But Jamie,
you’ve already looked me over.”
“I got nothing
but time, Lee. Let’s get to it.”
“I’m really
fine. Just some bruises, I swear.”
“Thank you,
Dr. Crane, but now it’s my turn to play doctor.” Jamie felt Lee’s ribs along his side and
back. “Some deep bruises here, but I
don’t feel any breaks. You’ve broken
enough of them before. What do you
think?”
“Nothing’s
broken.”
“Tell you
what. You tell me how it happened and
maybe I’ll skip the x-rays.”
“A large fist
hit my side a couple of times, possibly an elbow too.”
“Were you
provoking the fist or elbow at the time?” Jamie asked.
“No. I was handcuffed to a . . . I was
handcuffed.”
“To what?”
“A rail.”
“Like a train
rides on?”
“No,
Jamie. Geez. What difference does it make?”
“Turn
around. Spread your legs apart.”
“You want me
to put my arms up so you can cuff them?”
“Guess that
did sound a bit like that,” Jamie laughed.
“Maybe I should check you for concealed weapons too?”
“Concealed
where? I’m buck naked.”
“I’ve heard
there are places.”
“This wasn’t
an undercover ONI detail, Jamie.
Nothing’s concealed.”
“I would have
to agree. Now lie down.”
Lee laid
back.
“No, the other
. . . all right, that’s fine.” Lee eyed
Jamie questioningly as Jamieson stared at him.
“Your face is going to look nasty for a week or two.”
“Yes. I got pistol whipped.”
“More than
once,” Jamie observed.
“Yes.”
“Less than
what, a hundred?”
“Jamie, it’s
nothing major.”
“We’ll take an
x-ray anyway. Make sure no teeth are
loose. You might have a hairline jaw
fracture.”
“Jamie, my
jaw’s fine as evidenced by the amount of talking we’ve been doing, don’t you
think?”
“No abdominal
bruises. Good. I take it that you weren’t offered use of the
facilities during your captivity.”
“No, it
doesn’t work that way most times.”
“Roll over
toward the wall, Lee.”
“Why? You already examined my back. Wait a second. What the hell is that on the table? Jamie are you mad? A rape kit?”
Lee sat up abruptly.
“Lee, I know
this isn’t easy to talk about.”
“There is
nothing to talk about.”
Lee started to
get up off the table. Jamie put out both
hands to stop him.
“Jamie, this
is absurd.”
“Lee, protest
all you want but there’s dried semen and I’m pretty sure some traces of blood
all over your privates and your underwear too.”
“It’s not what
you think, Jamie.”
“Tell me what
happened.”
“No, it’s not
necessary.”
“As your CMO,
I can assure you it is, that is if you wish to resume duties anytime in the
next year.”
“You don’t
understand, Jamie. It’s not just about
me.”
“Nothing you
say to me leaves this room.”
“Then why
bring it in this room in the first instance?”
“Your mental
health, Lee. That’s a part of the job requirement.”
“I’ve been
possessed by aliens and undergone less interrogation.”
“Oh, I’ve
tried. Better experts have tried.”
“So we can
skip this.”
“No,
sir.” Jamie stepped back from the table,
gathered Lee’s still soggy clothes and threw them into the hallway. “You explain, you get your clothes back.”
“You son of a
gun.”
“Were you
raped?” Jamie asked.
“No.”
“So I’m
supposed to believe that what, you went in to protect the lady, but stopped to
screw her first?”
“It’s not
impossible.”
“I know you
better than that, Captain. When you are
working, you don’t behave like that.
And then there’s the matter of blood traces.”
“Women do
bleed sometimes.”
“I’ll just go
ask the lady if she happens to have her menstrual cycle now.” Jamie moved toward the door.
“Jamie,
stop. She’s been through enough.”
“I don’t doubt
that, Lee, but it’s my job to know what you’ve been through.”
“All right,
all right.” Lee paused. “I was forced at gunpoint to do something
that I would have been perfectly happy to do without it. So was she.
Minus the audience and under different circumstances, of course. Satisfied?”
“Why?”
“For
Christie’s entertainment after he took his turn.”
“Are you
saying he’d raped her before what he forced you to do?”
“Yes, I think
you’d have to call it that. She
cooperated to try to stop him from hurting me, and he wasn’t nearly so violent
that time, but I don’t think you could call it consensual by any stretch. For god’s sake, he’d handcuffed her to the
bed!”
“You had to
watch?”
“Yes, I was
handcuffed to the footboard.”
“Why would he
make you watch?”
“Why the hell
do you think? To show me just how
powerless I was to protect her or myself! To humiliate us as much as he could.” Lee paused.
“To show me how little control I had over the circumstances, even over
my own body.”
“I see.”
“Do you
really, Jamie?”
“I think so,
Lee. In a way, he raped both of you.”
“So help you,
Jamie, if you put anything like that in my medical file . . . .”
“I won’t. What happened after he . . . he made you and
she . . .”
“He beat the
crap out of her and raped her again. He
was infuriated at her for consenting to do what he directed, even after he had
hurt me to force her to agree. It was
lunacy.”
“I’m guessing
that’s when those abrasions happened.”
He pointed to the marks left in Lee’s wrists by the handcuffs.
“Yes, I tried
to pull free. I thought he might kill
her.”
“Then what
happened?”
“He switched
it off like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He
actually spoke lovingly to her, helped her down the stairs and onto the dinghy
and then the boat.”
“And once on
the boat?”
“I failed her
again.”
“You saved her
life, Lee. She’d be on that sub now if
not for you, subject to who knows what torture.
That’s not a failure.”
“That doesn’t
mean I didn’t fail her, Jamie. She got
me the tools to break free, then she provoked him to buy me time to do it. I took too long to get to her. He hurt her worse that time.”
“You’re not a
superhero, Lee. You did everything you
could reasonably do, I know that. You
know that. I’m sure she knows it.”
“I didn’t do
enough. The whole scheme was
hare-brained from the beginning. We were
manipulated by Christie and by our own government’s agenda.”
“Let’s keep
the blood pressure down, Lee. They’ll be
plenty of time to sort things out later.
The Admiral isn’t taking it lying down, I assure you.”
“I want my
clothes now, Jamie.”
“I’ll be back
in a minute.”
The doctor
returned with some scrubs instead of Lee’s clothes. “They’re at the laundry. You’ll get them back in half an hour.”
“Cool down
time, Jamie?”
“For you, not
the clothes.”
“Maybe you
should give up medicine for comedy. I’d
like to see Kate before I get debriefed.”
“She’s
probably getting x-rayed now.”
“Then we’ll
find her or wait,” Lee insisted.
Wait they did,
another half an hour. Lee paced. At times, he fumed. What he did not do was call the Admiral.
Kate was very
sleepy when she returned from x-ray. The
doctors whispered. “She’s been given a
sedative. We’re going to fix the
shoulder shortly, then move her to a room.
Doesn’t look like there’s any internal bleeding, but we want to watch to
be sure. She has some water in her lungs
too.”
“Sonofabitch
held her under water too.”
“You can have
two minutes with her, but then we want to move her to a room. I’ve arranged for a counselor to come later.”
Lee bent down
by the bed so that he didn’t hover above her.
“I am making you a promise, here and now. I will make sure the truth about Dirk
Christie is known. You will live a normal
life again.”
“You sound
like Nelson. Big promises. Delivery is a little harder and he’s an
admiral.”
“I’ll walk
away from the Navy if I have to, I swear.
I’ll be on the phone with a reporter from the New York Times before I
even see the brass and give them a chance to suppress this.”
“It’s not
worth it, Lee. You’ll lose your career.”
“Yes, it is
worth it. You are. I know it’s hard right now, but I want you to
promise me you’ll focus on the future, not the past.”
“I’ll try.”
“Not
acceptable.”
“I’ll do my
best.”
“I hate to
interrupt this, but we need the exam room,” the staff doctor interjected.
“That’s
fine. I’ve got urgent business to take
care. I’ll see you very soon, Kate. Jamie will stay close and let me know if you
need anything.”
Jamie tucked
his head in at the mention of his name.
“Oh, by the way, Kate, we found your dog.”
Lee looked
questioningly at Jamie.
“Chip and I
were posted up by the cut off to Kate’s house about to walk back to town when
we heard an explosion. I was concerned
there might be people injured. We found
Buster, and luckily for us, an abandoned functioning car, so we could get him
to a vet. He’s a little worse for wear,
but he’s going to make it,” Jamie added.
“Buster?” Kate’s eyes teared up.
“He’ll be
waiting for you when you get out,”Jamie promised.
“Hell, I’ll
sneak him in to visit if you promise to make an effort to get well,” Lee said.
Jamie and Lee
were pushed out the door by the resident doctor before more could be said.
Chapter 19 - Big Shoes to Fill
“Is Kowalski
here?” Lee asked.
“Yes, I was
just going to suggest we check on him.”
“You go,
Jamie. I’ll be up in a couple of
minutes. I need to make some phone
calls.”
“Lee, did you
mean it about leaking details to the press?”
“Leaking,
no. I’ll be going on the record.”
“It could cost
you your career.”
“Then I’ll
have to find another.”
“You can’t be
serious. Talk to Admiral Nelson first.”
“No, he made
her a similar promise years ago that he didn’t keep.”
“You mean a
promise he couldn’t keep, because while keeping it cost a lot to one woman, it
kept the Institute and Seaview afloat,” Jamie said. “Hundreds of folks kept their livelihoods, their
homes.”
“Yes, I’m sure
he was coerced by every nasty means possible, Jamie. I know he wouldn’t break his word easily, but
I don’t have what he does at risk. I
won’t be manipulated the same way.
Moreover, I’m not going to give them a chance to try.”
As Lee spoke,
a contingent of men wearing dress blues arrived. “Commander Crane, we’re here to escort you to
see Admiral Watson.”
“I’ll be ready
in thirty minutes, after my clothes are returned to me and I have a chance to
visit with my injured crewman.”
“We were told
to bring you immediately, sir.”
“Are you
prepared take a commander wearing scrubs before the brass by force, Lieutenant
Carson?”
“We’ll wait
fifteen minutes, sir.”
Lee enjoyed
receiving the crisp salute. “Then I’ll
be back down here at 1645. Lead on, Dr.
Jamieson.”
* * *
“Kowalski,
glad to see you. How do you feel?” Lee
asked.
“Embarrassed,
Sir.”
“About what?”
“Getting
shot. Being useless.”
Lee held up
his injured hand. “I know how you feel.”
“Did
everything work out okay, Sir?”
“It got a bit
hairy, Kowalski, but we’ll survive.
Listen, I need to borrow your clothes.”
“My pants are
in the locker, but they had to cut the shirt off me.”
“Doc, I’ll
take yours.”
“Captain,
maybe you should rethink this?”
“Your shirt,
Jamie, now.” Lee went to open the second
story window as he spoke. Then he
glanced down at his feet with a disturbed look.
“Damn. Kowalski, what size are your shoes?”
“Twelve.”
“Boats, but
they’ll have to do. Jamie, you stay put
until they come looking for me.
Understood?”
“Technically,
I’m not on duty, Lee.”
“Then I’m
asking you as a friend, please buy me some time?”
“All right,”
Dr. Jamieson conceded all the while shaking his head in opposition. Lee whispered a few words into Jamie’s ear
as he donned the doctor’s shirt. The
doctor nodded. Lee was out the window in
Kowalski’s pants and ill-fitting shoes moments later.
“What’s that
all about, Doc?”
“Commander Lee
Crane, wanting to right the wrongs of the world, damn the cost.”
“The Skipper’s
heart is always in the right place. I
trust him.”
“So do I,
Kowalski, so do I. It’s just that doing
the right thing might prove very costly to him.”
“That’d never
stop him.”
“No, I suppose
that’s what makes him the man he is,” Jamie said.
Chapter 20 - Spilling the Beans
Lee Crane
stayed on base, locating an empty office with a telephone. He called a friend from high school who’d
gone to work for the NY Times, Lacey Caldwell.
She worked in features, so she brought a news editor on the call.
“You swear
this is the truth, Lee?”
“Every word,
Lacey. I’ll stand behind all of them.”
“You may have
to, Commander,” Ben Bernowski, a news editor added. “The Navy will try to bury this, even with
civilian reports of explosions off the coast.”
“He’s good as
his word,” Lacey offered.
“They may try
to ruin you, Commander. Are you prepared
for that?”
“I’m well
aware of what our government may do, and yes, I’ve made this commitment,
absolutely,” Lee affirmed.
“Damn the
consequences?”
“Yes, damn the
consequences.”
“Does Admiral
Nelson know this yet?”
“I couldn’t
say for certain. If he did, it wouldn’t
change my position.”
“You’d cede
command of the Seaview to get this story out?
Why?” Bernowski asked.
“Because it’s
the right thing to do. To keep a
promise.”
“All right,
Commander. We’ll roll this out as soon
as we clear fact checking and editorial.
You are expressly agreeing that to the extent we can’t otherwise confirm
facts, you will publicly source the story.
You further acknowledge that we have been recording this interview since
I came on the line.”
“Yes, on all
counts, Mr. Bernowksi, and if you want the truth of it, I’d just as soon you’d
source it from me and get it out before the Navy spins it.”
“I’ll see what
I can do, Commander.”
“Thank
you. Lacey, you too.”
“Don’t wait so
long to call me next time, Lee.”
“Sure thing,
Lacey. I might have plenty of time on my
hands soon.”
Lee hung
up. He lumbered towards headquarters,
exhaustion finally taking over. Two MAAs
picked him up before he got there. “Just
in the nick of time, gentlemen. I could
use a lift about now.”
He accompanied
them with no fuss and was ushered directly into an office occupied by Admiral
Robert Watson. Watson had been recently
installed at ONI on what was likely a short term appointment as Watson headed
towards retirement. Lee had yet to work
under him and knew little about his style of command. Admiral Nelson sat with his back to the
door. “Admirals,” Lee acknowledged as he
entered.
Nelson jumped
out of his chair to go to Crane, patting his arm. “Lee, you look, well, I’ve seen you
worse. I’m so relieved to have you
back.”
“Take a chair,
Crane,” Watson barked. “Where have you
been for the last forty-five minutes?”
“Attending to
personal matters, sir.”
Nelson looked confused.
“Nothing to be
concerned about, Admiral,” Lee said looking only at Nelson.
“You knew an
escort was waiting at the med center to bring you here. You ditched them. Why the deception?” Admiral Watson asked.
“Indeed, why?”
Lee teased the man.
“I won’t
suffer insubordination, Commander. Tell
me where you were and what you were doing.”
“I was off
duty at the time, sir. Moreover, my
mission for the Navy had been completed some time earlier. I don’t believe I have any obligation to
report my activities since I arrived on base.”
“Your duty
doesn’t cease until you’ve been debriefed, Crane, and you damn well know that.”
“You know,
come to think of it, I’m pretty certain I’ve only acted in a civilian capacity
in this entire matter. I had no official
orders from anyone. I was just helping a
friend.”
Watson glared
toward Nelson for help.
“Lee, there’s
no reason to get defensive. We’re all
just relieved it worked out, that you and Anne are safe.”
“Safe,
Admiral? Do you have the slightest clue
what happened in the last several hours?”
“Some. The rest is why you are here for debriefing,”
Nelson said.
“Dr. Simon and
I escaped with moments to spare. That’s
all there is to know.”
“No,
Commander. What did Christie tell you
about the People’s Republic when you were on that boat? Did you overhear any conversations? Learn about his contacts? We want details,” Watson slapped the table.
“I have none.”
“That won’t
suffice, Commander Crane.”
Lee
shrugged. “That’s all I’ve got to say.”
“This isn’t a
game, Commander. I know you’ve been through
an ordeal, but this is necessary. It’s a
matter of national security,” Watson fumed.
“With due
respect, Sir, it’s not. Christie’s
dead. The People’s Republic sub has been
destroyed. National security is doing
just fine.”
“The Joint
Chiefs are meeting as we speak to decide how to handle this matter. You are directly ordered not to speak about
this outside the upward command chain until further notice. Understood?” Watson commanded.
“Understood
and acknowledged, sir. Now, if it
wouldn’t trouble you, I’m in serious need of both rest and food.”
“All right,
but there will be a full debriefing later.
You can rest next door until we hear from the Joint Chiefs. I’ll have my secretary bring you something to
eat.”
“Oh, please,
Watson. At least let me settle him into
officer’s quarters for a bit. You can
see he’s hurting.”
“Only on the
condition that you stay with him, Harriman, and a guard will be posted. I won’t have another disappearing act pulled
on my watch.”
“Lee, I assume
that’s fine with you?” Admirals Nelson
and Watson both accepted Lee’s nod as an answer.
“I’ll have the
secretary arrange quarters and for food to be delivered shortly. Give her your size too so she can get you
into a proper uniform before you go before the Joint Chiefs.”
“Yes,
Admiral. Thank you, Admiral.”
Once
accompanied to quarters, Lee headed directly to the bedroom where he laid down,
fully clothed. Nelson followed him. “Hairy business. You want to tell me about it?”
“No.”
“Come on,
Lee. I’ll find out sooner or later.”
“Later.”
“I could order
you.”
“You could
try.”
“All right,
I’ll let you rest a while. I can see you
are in a state.”
Lee fought the
jumble of emotions he felt, worsened by exhaustion and pain. He didn’t really want to strike out at
Nelson. He understood only too well the
difference between Nelson’s intentions and ultimate actions. At a certain level, he even respected what
Nelson had done. At another level, well,
it wasn’t the first time Lee had seen or even been a scapegoat for his nation.
If he was being honest, he would admit it probably wouldn’t be the last, unless
the choice was taken from him, as it might well be as a consequence of his
present commitment. Losing the Seaview
would be an enormous blow. There’d be no
Navy or ONI job to fall back on either.
Lee’s effort
to nap lasted about fifteen minutes. He
couldn’t help reviewing what had happened, how it could have been avoided, how
he might have done things differently.
So many people dead. A full crew
on the People’s Republic Sub. All the
players knew there would be no surrender.
Then there was also the troubling matter of how Christie knew where to
find Kate. Lee got up and took a long,
hot shower. He found fresh clothes
waiting on the bed when he emerged.
Mother hen Nelson confronted him as soon as he exited the bedroom.
“Feeling a
little better now, Lee?”
“Marginally.”
The Admiral
rarely heard any response to a health question other than “fine,” so he knew to
tread carefully. “Why don’t you come eat
something then?”
Lee lumbered
quietly toward the kitchen table. Nelson
sat down opposite him, gauging Lee’s mood.
Lee viewed Nelson’s glare rather differently, as pressuring him to talk
soon.
Nelson broke
the awkward silence first. “So Jamie
tells me that you really aren’t banged up all that badly for a change. He was quite relieved, as was I.”
“No, that
privilege went to Kate instead.”
“Jamie said
that last he saw her, she was resting comfortably.”
Lee angrily
swept his dish off the table into the wall.
“Lee, what’s
wrong? What set you off so?”
“The fantasy
world you live in,” he said as he pushed back from the table.
“Meaning
what?”
“Jamie told
you what you wanted to hear, Admiral, no more, no less.”
“All right,
I’ll take your word for that. What
should he have told me?”
Lee huffed a
minute. “She’s a civilian, Admiral. She wasn’t prepared or trained to endure the
things that happened, and I can assure you she’s not likely to be resting
comfortably any time soon!”
“You either,
apparently. Look, Lee, you can leave me
guessing, or you can tell me what happened, but I don’t appreciate being the
whipping boy without knowing why I’ve been chosen.”
“Don’t worry,
Admiral. I have bigger fish to fry just
now.”
“Meaning
what?”
“How did
Christie know where to find Kate?”
“I couldn’t
say. She’d been at that house for quite
some time, so it’s possible that he had people track her earlier.”
“If that was
the case, why not carry through on the threats to kill her for testifying
before now? Why wait until some random
act of nature frees you from jail?”
“Maybe he
wanted to do it himself? Maybe Christie
wasn’t sure if he really wanted to carry through with his threat? Whatever else I could say about the man, he
once truly was devoted to her.”
“No, something
isn’t right. He knew she was in the
Federal Witness Protection Program. He’s
also smart enough to know that once he had escaped and remained at large, she’d
be moved to a safe house until he’d been recaptured.”
“Maybe he knew
her well enough to know she wouldn’t go?”
“Oh, Admiral,
neither of us are that naive! He knew
because he was told where she was!”
“The U.S.
Marshal’s office would know where she was, which I suppose means the Justice
Department would have access too.”
“Those are the
obvious answers, Admiral, but maybe too obvious. Let’s think it all the way through. Just because the initial information went
through Justice doesn’t mean it wasn’t improperly leaked.”
“True
enough. It also could have been shared
with numerous other agencies from the FBI to ONI.”
“So maybe the
right question isn’t where Christie got the info, but why he wanted it in the
first place?”
“Revenge,
Lee.”
“That’s
certainly a part of it, but does it make sense by itself?”
Nelson
shrugged.
“Remember,
five years ago, Dirk Christie was willing to sell out his country for
money. Now he’s free, he’s escaped. Now he needs money for more reasons than
ever. His company and assets are gone,”
Lee said.
“There’s that
Swiss bank account.”
“Maybe,
Admiral, but he has to get there to get the money. He can’t leave from a U.S. departure point as
he has no passport.”
“Those
problems can be fixed.”
“Absolutely,
but it’s expensive. Who helps him and
for what reasons?”
“His mob
connections, I would think, Lee.”
“Possible, I
suppose. But according to Kate, his
explanation for conspiring with the People’s Republic was that he wanted to
fund his exit from the company to get out from under mob control that he was
sure would soon be discovered.”
“That doesn’t
mean he didn’t resort to those contacts now.
We have no reason to believe he ever broke off his mob connections. Anne’s being shot at was more likely a mob
effort than a foreign government’s. His
trial lawyer was a well known mob defense lawyer. Do you know anything about Christie’s father,
Lee?”
“Okay, maybe
his father is willing to help him. Maybe
the father has contacts who can get information from the Marshal’s office. Maybe the father is willing to give Christie
lots of money to flee the country. The
flaw in this line of reasoning is that it doesn’t entirely comport with what
actually followed. Christie obviously
contacted the People’s Republic. We know
he didn’t do that through his family connections. Clearly revenge is still paramount on his
list, but revenge upon whom, Admiral?”
“Anne,
obviously. He headed straight for Anne.”
“You and I
know little of what he did before he arrived in Maine, but we do know one thing
he did earlier. He made a threatening
call to you. It wasn’t the first time
Christie threatened you either.”
“No.”
“He was deadly
serious about it the last time, Admiral.”
“You’ve put
those pieces together, have you?”
“Kate told
me.”
“And I never
did. Lee, please understand that the
time my concerns weren’t the whys of what happened, but getting you right
again. Later, it just didn’t seem to be
important. Christie was convicted and it
all was over.”
“We never did
learn precisely how I was found and taken.”
“No,” Nelson
conceded.
“Admiral, I
think there may be a link between now and then.
That link isn’t in the Marshal’s Office.
It’s in the Navy, and very possibly ONI.”
“You believe
there is a mole in our midst?”
“How did we
end up here in Maine? Did you push it or
did ONI encourage it? Why did I end up
at Kate’s house instead of the U.S. Marshals?
Why did the Navy keep you from intervening but let me go? Why did Christie not seem surprised to find
me at Kate’s when she and I had no connection until last week, but also
disappointed not to find you? Why was
Naval Intelligence involved at all?”
“I’d have said
it was a perfect storm, Lee, but the more we talk about it, the more I think
coincidence — by which I mean the hurricane — only started the ball rolling.”
“How about
rewinding to the beginning then, as you experienced it?” Lee asked.
“Fine. Let me just get some fresh coffee for us
first.”
Chapter
21 - The Admiral’s Take
“Before we
knew that you were missing in the storm and maybe even before you in fact were,
I received notification from ONI about Christie’s disappearance. At the time, it was unclear if he was among
the dead at the prison or had escaped. I
thought to try to contact you then, but I decided to wait for more
information.”
“Thus
continuing to avoid explaining to me his connection to that whole miserable
People’s Republic affair?”
“Yes, Lee, it
is something I should have told you after you recovered. At the time, I didn’t perceive that Christie
would ever pose a threat to you again. I
was wrong and I apologize for that.
Anyway, ONI agreed to keep me posted.
The next day, ONI confirmed that Christie and several others were
missing. Without knowing for certain
whether Anne was alive, I asked Bob Watson to personally ensure that the
Marshals were made aware of the potential threat to her. Before I heard back from him, I received a threatening
phone call from Christie. I immediately
called Watson so he could follow up on it.
I also asked Chip to find you. He
couldn’t. He notified both the Coast
Guard and ONI.”
“If I know
him, he probably also notified the FBI and every police department in Maine.”
“Probably the
Boy Scouts too, Lee. Fortunately, you
got a message to the Coast Guard within twenty-four hours, although Chip and I
were both rather upset that you didn’t give your whereabouts.”
“Well, if I’d
have known your concerns, maybe I would have.
Sorry, that was petty of me. I’m
a little tired. So you knew I was safe,
or at least healthy. What happened next,
Admiral?”
“By the
following morning, ONI had confirmed that Christie was on the loose. That was all they could tell me, aside from
that they were following up on leads about his possible whereabouts. Frankly, at that point, I wasn’t upset about
not knowing your whereabouts. If nobody
knew, I presumed you were as safe as possible.”
“But for the
bizarre coincidence of where I landed, you were right. What about you? ONI or the feds must have wanted to put you
under protection?” Lee asked.
“Yes, of
course. They wanted me on a secured
Naval base. I declined the offer. I felt the Institute was safe enough. Several days later, you returned home, Lee.”
“And you
immediately wanted to go get Kate, but I balked.”
“My desire to
go to Anne was pure gut instinct at the time, based on my feeling guilty. Then after you left my office, I heard back
from Bob Watson. First, he confirmed
what I’d learned from you, that Anne was alive.
Second, we were strongly encouraged to intervene on her behalf.”
“Why, Sir?”
“The Marshal’s
Office concluded that Anne violated the terms of the Program. She had yet to report to the safe house and
they had reason to believe that she didn’t intend to report. They also had learned of your presence at her
house the prior week. They contended
that also was a violation of the Program.”
“But we’d
never even met before,” Lee said.
“True
enough. I suppose someone simply assumed
a connection because of yours to me.”
“I suppose
that Mr. Gurney must have given the Marshal’s Office my name. I don’t think he would have seen any
connections, however. I doubt he even
knows who Kate really is,” Lee said.
“That suggests
that someone in the Marshal’s office made the connection or spoke to someone
else who helped them make it. It might
have been the Justice Department, FBI or even ONI.”
“Possible,
Admiral, but I can’t imagine they’d refuse to protect Kate without confirming a
connection. Who was it they spoke to and
why didn’t they make it clear that our contact was coincidental, that we’d
never met or spoken before?”
“Lee, I have
no answers to these questions although now I wish I’d thought to ask some of
them earlier. It wasn’t until I’d sent
you ahead and I was on base that I learned about the sub that had been hovering
off the Canadian coast. At that point, I
knew I’d been manipulated, but there was little I could do.”
“What were you
told the plan was, Admiral?”
“Once I was on
base, I was taken to a conference room with Bob Watson. Two MAAs were positioned outside the door as
I entered. Then I learned there wasn’t
going to be any conference call. Bob
laid out what was happening. Bob
explained that they had tied the phone number used to threaten me to calls made
to the People’s Republic embassy. That
tie was enough for him and the Joint Chiefs to develop a plan, one Bob told me
I wouldn’t like at a time when I was in no position to stop it.”
Lee glared
silently, waiting for the Admiral to continue.
“They figured
that Christie would be rendezvousing with that sub. It was unclear to them what his intentions as
to Anne were.”
“What did they
think the possibilities were, Admiral?”
“He planned to
kill her and leave or he planned to take her with him. She might have been of value to him with the
People’s Republic. They also considered
that she might be complicit in going. I
assured them that wasn’t the case, but it didn’t matter to what they’d already
set in motion.”
“Using her as
bait to draw that sub into U.S. waters, you mean?” Lee asked.
“Not just
her. They weren’t convinced that that
sub would violate U.S. waters for Christie, Swenson or Anne. They thought of better bait.”
“Me.”
“Yes, I’m
sorry. Having learned that you had a
connection with Anne from the Marshal’s inquiries, and knowing your history,
they let me -- encouraged me -- to put you there to protect her while not
permitting me to go with you. Lee, I
went ballistic when I understood what was happening. I was assured that all kinds of safeguards
had been put in place and I insisted on some of my own.”
“Besides our
men on FS1, exactly what were those, because I didn’t see any?” Lee asked.
“A SEAL unit
was stationed at an airfield minutes away from the house. Before you or Anne returned to her house, ONI
bugged it so they would know whether to send in the SEALs. ”
Lee’s head
whipped to the side “What did you just
say?”
“ONI installed
listening devices at the house so they would know if intervention by the SEALS
was needed.”
Lee picked up
the nearest object, a dish, and hurled it across the room.
“Lee, what’s
the matter?”
“Either you
were lied to or . . . . how could they?
I . . . . Oh, Christ. Admiral
Watson only asked about what I learned from Christie on the boat, not in the
house. They listened to the whole thing,
but never sent the SEALS inside.
Why? How could they?”
“Lee, I don’t
understand. What did they listen to?”
“Where to
begin? I can’t even. Kate and I, we were hurting long before we
got on that boat.”
“I had no
clue. I was with Bob Watson nearly the
whole time. I don’t think he knew
either,” Lee.
“Or he didn’t
care to know. The brass just wanted us
taken to that sub, damn the consequences.”
“Just to bait
a People’s Republic sub into our waters?” Nelson asked.
“Yes.”
Nelson paced
as he reasoned aloud. “And I sent you
into the lion’s den!” Nelson paced some
more. “But why was it so important to do
that? As far as I know, there are no
imminent threats against us from the People’s Republic.”
“The root of all
evil,” Lee said rubbing his fingers to his thumb.
“Money?”
“Funding. Congress has been squeezing the military
budget tighter and tighter. Maybe
highlighting a threat to national security reverses that?”
“Someone risked your life and Anne’s just
for funding?”
“Kind of
upsetting, Admiral?”
Nelson had
turned six shades of crimson.
“I made a
decision earlier, before I even fully understood the scope of what was going
on. You deserve to know about it
directly from me before it becomes public,” Lee said.
“Don’t do
anything hasty, Lee. I’ll find out who
manipulated us and take care of it.”
“It’s not just
about that. I’ve taken steps to make
certain that Dirk Christie’s treason, both the past and present, is exposed.”
“Lee, you are
under orders not to discuss the matter outside the command chain.”
“I wasn’t
under those orders at the time.”
“When you
disappeared from the hospital, Lee?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“For Kate,
justice for Kate.”
“Nothing you
can do will bring back the three years she’s lost, Lee.”
“No, but if
she is out from under threats of retaliation by the mob for exposing Christie,
she might have a future, Sir.”
“With Christie
dead, the Witness Protection Program will be better able to protect her than
before. You don’t need to put your
career on the line like this.”
“No,
Admiral. You don’t understand. If Kate has to go back to that kind of
isolated life, if she can’t do the work she loves, after what she’s been
through, I don’t think she’ll make it.”
“Does that
mean you’re ready to tell me exactly what happened, Lee?”
“No, not
now. Just accept my word that this is
how it has to be.”
“Lee, how much
of the story have you leaked? Did you
relate your suspicions about the Navy’s complicity in the matter?”
“Why do you
want to know?”
“So I can do
damage control,” Nelson said.
“I’ll take the
fall for any and all of it, Sir.”
“You may want
to, but damn it, I was used as well! You
were put at risk and I was the tool for it!”
“There’s too
much at risk for the Institute for you to do this, Sir.”
“We’ll find a
way to get by without federal funding.”
“Admiral,
we’re being allowed to operate a nuclear powered submarine armed with deadly
warheads in United States waters. You
could be shut down forever with a slash of a pen.”
“Damn it, Lee,
I know.”
“It’s a
vulnerability that has resulted in painful choices for you more than once. I understand that now, better than ever.”
“I hate it,
Lee.”
“So I do I,
but there’s no reason for me to take the Institute down with me. I’ll submit my resignation right now, so you
can distance the Institute.”
“No, Lee, I
won’t accept that. Let’s see how things
play out before we make any dramatic gestures.
Maybe they won’t be needed. There
may be things I can do. Let me try.”
“There are a
couple of things I do need to ask of you, Sir.”
“What?”
“Dr. Jamieson
will need both logistical and financial assistance. I’d like you to authorize Angie to give him
what he needs.”
“You could do
that.”
“Any
non-Seaview related expenses exceeding $1,000 require your direct approval.”
“Oh,
right. Is that all you’re going to tell
me, Lee?”
“It would be
better for all concerned to do it this way.”
“All
right. What else, Lee?”
“I’d like to
borrow your DynaTAC and the charger.”
“There’s a
phone on the desk . . . oh . . . I see.”
“I’m not going
to use it for anything that will tie you to my leaks, Admiral. In fact, I just want to take steps to find
one. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t
talk to Admiral Watson about anything we’ve discussed until I have some friends
at ONI dig a little deeper.”
“Certainly,
Lee. Good hunting.”
Chapter
22 — Facing the Brass
Harriman
Nelson left Lee Crane shortly after their conversation. Minutes later, he’d commandeered an office
and a secretary, a timid woman who seemed terrified of him. Nelson dialed his own phone number at the
Institute. “Hold on for instructions,
Angie. Do not hang up. Miss Adams, Dr. Will Jamieson is at your
medical center. Get him on the phone
ASAP and connect him to line 1. Angie,
arrange whatever Will asks for, no questions asked, no dollar limits.”
Nelson then
made several other phone calls. Ms.
Adams stood at the door gesturing during one of these.
“Hold on a
minute, Jiggs. Yes, what it is it?”
“Dr. Jamieson
would like to speak with you on line 3,” she whispered.
“Thanks. Jiggs, I’ll have to call you back later.”
“Will, how is
Anne?”
“Medically
speaking, Admiral, she’s stable. The
Captain thinks — and I agree — that she would be better off elsewhere.”
“Lee doesn’t
want her questioned?”
“You could say
he is in his protective mode, yes, and I agree with his reasons.”
“Where do you
plan to take Anne? If she’s well enough
for the trip, maybe we can take her to Santa Barbara.”
The moment of
stony silence that followed let Nelson know the answer before Jamieson spoke
it. “Admiral, I think it would be best
if you didn’t know her destination.”
“I don’t like
it, but you’re probably right for the time being. How soon will this happen in case I need to
buy you time?”
“A medivac
helicopter is already here. I just
needed Angie to guarantee payment from the Institute. We should be gone in five minutes. I wanted you to know at least that much.”
All that
remained now was to wait. That was
assuming that Lee hadn’t gone anywhere.
He wouldn’t try to duck the guards outside quarters, would he? Concerned, Nelson briskly walked back toward
Officer’s Quarters. On his way there,
he ran into a master-at-arms waiting with a jeep. “Admiral Watson is waiting for you, sir.”
“What about
Captain Crane?”
“He was
escorted inside a few minutes ago.”
Nelson sighed
in relief as he heard a helicopter take off, even as he worried that Lee was
about to hit a wall of hostility.
“Nelson, so
glad you could join us again,” Bob Watkins said with annoyance.
“The Joint Chiefs have been waiting.”
Nelson eyed
the video set up unhappily. Well, at
least they would see Lee’s bruised and battered face. Maybe that would make someone sit up and
notice the stupidity of what had occurred.
Admiral Watson
recited who was “attending” for the record.
Brief greetings were exchanged by all except Captain Crane who sat with
a scowl planted on his face. General
Parker took the lead.
“This was a
very sloppy operation. Civilian
fishermen have already reported hauls of large amounts of debris to the local
authorities and the news media. We had
to set up a no fly zone to keep the news choppers out of the area while we try
to collect the bodies, but it won’t be long before some civilian finds an arm
or leg in his fishing net. We need to
get the party line on this operation straight and do it quickly.”
“What’s
holding that up, dare I ask?” Nelson floated.
“Only
Commander Crane and the woman know what really happened out there. I hear he’s been reluctant to divulge
details.”
“With due
respect, General, as I previously conveyed to Admiral Watson, there are no
useful details in my possession, at least none that relate to national
security.”
“You didn’t
learn anything about Christie’s contacts with the People’s Republic? His plans?” General Parker asked.
“No, sir.”
“Did you try
to glean such matters?”
“No, sir.”
“I understand
that you are an ONI agent, Commander Crane.
Why would you not use the opportunity you were given to gather
intelligence?”
Lee Crane’s
dark complexion could barely conceal the flushing of his face. He breathed in deeply, trying to keep his
temper in check. “Perhaps I was too busy
trying to stay alive, General, or more significantly trying to keep the
civilian who we chose to put at ridiculous risk alive. Sirs.”
“Commander, I
can see that you’ve been injured, and I’m sorry that the woman apparently was
too, but there are greater stakes. I
know you understand that,” General Parker said.
“No, Sir, I do
not. I do not understand one thing about
this ridiculous operation other than its ultimate goal being about extracting
more money from Congress, damn the players.”
“That’s
enough, Commander Crane,” Admiral Watson glared.
“Might I
suggest that we give Commander Crane some time to calm down and think about his
future while we discuss other details?”
General Parker offered.
Admiral Watson
sent his adjutant Lieutenant Robson outside with Crane along with a whispered
warning. “You come back here and act
with the decorum I expect of a Naval officer Crane or so help you, I’ll see you
stripped of rank and find a way to make certain that you never set foot on the
Seaview again. I’m an inch away from
doing that anyway.”
Lee stifled a
chuckle as he believed much of what Admiral Watson promised was inevitable
anyway.
* * *
“Nelson, is
Crane going to be a problem?” General Parker asked.
“He’s very
upset, Gene. I can’t say I blame
him. You, all of you, did a beautiful
job manipulating me. I put my finest
officer at risk for your little game. He
and Dr. Simon could easily have ended up dead.
I’ve been given cause to believe that she may not fully recover from her
injuries.”
“Is that so,
Bob?”
“I haven’t
received a full status report on her condition yet. I was led to believe that she had been
stabilized, however.”
“Well, if we
need to spin what’s out there, we’ll need her cooperation, won’t we? What are we doing to secure that?”
“I think
you’ll be hard pressed to get that, Gene, nor do I believe you could have the
nerve to ask it!” Nelson thumped his fist on the desk.
“Harriman, I
understand your point of view, I know the history here,” Admiral Frank Pelmore
said. “I don’t expect her to jump on
board with the program. I just want to
make sure that she . . . how should I say this?”
“I can say it
for you, Frank. How we can be sure she
doesn’t know what really occurred and if she does, that she won’t expose this
shallow little drama for what it was?
The answer is that you can’t.”
“Unacceptable,”
Admiral Watson said. “We’ll interview
her as soon as the doctors allow it.
Give me thirty seconds and we’ll know when that will be.”
Nelson rolled
his blue eyes upward at the ceiling, knowing what was about to happen, as he
had heard the helicopter minutes earlier.
Mutters of “how, when, who, find her” were all that he picked up from
the brief telephone conversation Bob Watson had with some poor soul at the
medical center.
“She’s been
transferred off base,” Watson stated glumly.
“How could
that happen?” General Parker asked.
“I’ll have to
take some blame for that,” Admiral Watson admitted. “I hadn’t placed any restrictions on her
being moved. I didn’t think her
condition made it likely. I appear to
have been mistaken.”
“Harriman, do
you know where she is?” Admiral Pelmore asked.
“No.”
“Is that
because you were not involved?”
Nelson’s eyes
gave away the answer to Frank Pelmore.
“And you saw
nothing improper in facilitating her removal from base?”
“She’s a
civilian, Frank. Her personal doctor
made it clear to me that she would fare better elsewhere.”
“I suppose
you’re going to tell me that you don’t know where she’s been taken, that you
never even asked?”
“Oh, you know
me better than that, Frank. I
asked. I even tried to pick the
location. That said, I’m honestly in the
dark.”
“Let me
guess. Crane knows.”
“I’m not
certain of that, Frank. I rather suspect
he doesn’t. After all, you can’t order a
man to tell you something he doesn’t know.”
“He’s a slick
one,” General Parker said.
“Yes
gentlemen, well, you can see why I’d do just about anything to keep him.”
“All right,
why don’t we discuss how to deal with the media. We’ll bring Crane back in later and figure
out how to deal with him. Is that
acceptable, Bob?” General Parker asked.
“I suppose,”
he grumbled.
* * * *
Out in the
adjutant’s office, Lee Crane paced.
“Can I get you
something to drink, Commander? Coffee,
water?”
“Coffee would
be great.”
Lt. Robson
returned in a few seconds.
“Thanks.”
“I just want
to let you know how sorry I am that things spun so out of control.”
“Yeah, well
that makes four of us as far as I can tell.
What an asinine plan!”
“Dr. Simon,
will she be okay, Commander? I mean, in
time?”
Lee’s head
twisted, wondering what this man knew.
“What do you think?”
Robson was
clearly upset. “I . . . I think that . .
. God, I don’t know.” The man began to
tear up. “My daughter . . . it took
years . . . a lot of counseling and family support.”
“How do you
know what happened, Lieutenant?”
“It’s a small
base, sir.”
“Does Admiral Watson know?”
“No, sir, I
don’t believe so. He was only informed
of her general medical status.”
“Lieutenant,
since you understand the situation, might I dare ask you a few questions?”
“Within
reason, sir, certainly.”
“I just am
trying to understand a few things about this operation that puzzle me.”
“It would have
to be unclassified material, Commander.”
“I’d like to
know exactly why no earlier intervention was ordered, intervention that could
have prevented what happened to Kate.”
“I’m sorry,
Commander. I’m not clear on what you’re
asking?”
“Dr. Simon’s
house was supposed to bugged, correct?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then I would
assume that recordings were made?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Was Admiral
Watson listening to events as they happened?”
“No, sir.”
“Was there any
communication between Admiral Watson and whomever was listening to those bugs?”
“Only one that
I know of, sir.”
“Do you know
what it was about?”
“Yes, I was
there for it. The Admiral was told that
you had made it clear that you were not following the plan that Nelson relayed,
but had decided to try to defend Dr. Simon from being taken at all.”
“How did
Admiral Watson react to that?”
“He was upset. He said that if you got yourself killed
playing hero, it was your problem, that he didn’t want to hear another word
until you were being transported or got yourself killed.”
“So much for
the SEAL unit standing by, huh, Lieutenant?”
“Admiral Watson
didn’t mean it and he backed down a moment later. He told the agent to call in the troops to
ensure your safety if necessary.”
“Right, just
my safety, forget Dr. Simon?”
“Admiral
Watson never expressly said that.”
“Yet there was
no further communication with the person listening in, Lieutenant?”
“Only to
report that you were being transferred to a boat.”
Lee shook his
head. “Do you know where these
audiotapes are?”
“They haven’t
been delivered yet.”
“Who has
them?”
“An ONI
agent.”
“Do you know
his name?”
“No, Admiral
Watson never mentioned it.”
“Will you let
me know when those recordings arrive, Lieutenant?”
“I . . .”
“I’m not
asking you to do anything with them, Lieutenant.”
“May I ask
why, sir?”
“Let’s just
say that I have a major issue with the troops not having been called in
earlier.”
Lt. Robson
looked ill. “You mean something happened
earlier?”
Lee nodded.
“I’ll see what
I can find out, sir.”
“Thank
you. Now, if I could have a few moments
of privacy, I’d appreciate it.”
“I’m under
orders to make certain you don’t leave the premises, sir. But I suppose I can see the door well enough
from the office across the hall, so I’ll go make calls from there, if that will
do.”
“Thank you
Lieutenant. By the way, you don’t happen
to know where my Exec is, do you?”
“The Officer’s
Club. He heard the cook makes a fine
lobster roll.”
“That’s Mr.
Morton, all right,” Lee smiled.
Chapter
23 - Hunting Down a Traitor
Lee used Nelson’s
DynaTAC to follow up on inquiries he had set in motion earlier. His good friend and fellow ONI agent, Brad
Center, had made significant progress.
“Are you
sitting down, Lee?”
“Do I need
to?”
“This could
take a few minutes and you’re not going to like much of it.”
“I’m
sitting.” Lee had perched on the edge of
the desk.
“First, I
accessed the records to the number that Christie’s initial threat to Nelson
came from, the number which had previously been requested investigated by
Admiral Watson. In addition to the call
made to Nelson, there were several other calls made from that number including
five to the Embassy of the People’s Republic in Washington. This information was forwarded to Admiral
Watson, but one call was omitted from the list sent to him. Are you still sitting?”
“I am.”
“It’s a call
to the main switchboard of ONI. I
haven’t been able to track down where that call was routed to yet. It’s proving a little complicated to get that
information and keep it quiet. So far, I
only know it was a very short call.
Next, I followed up on the location of the number the call came
from. It’s a hotel room in the DC
area. The bill was paid with the credit
card of a produce company’s truck driver.
The man was reported missing during the hurricane and his truck was
later found abandoned near Union Station.”
“Sounds like a
good chance of a mole communicating with Christie, but it also sounds like a dead
end if that’s all the calls.”
“Not so fast,
buddy. Time for a little forward
thinking. There was a later threatening
call to Nelson.”
“Probably from
a different hotel, using a different stolen credit card number. I don’t see how that will help.”
“Well, you’re
correct in assuming that Christie was on the move. What you’re wrong about is the kind of phone
he’s using next.”
“Pay phone?”
“No. He’s really on the move now.”
“A DynaTAC
mobile?” Lee asked.
“Bingo.”
“They’re
incredibly expensive and not easy to get quickly.”
“True. Lee, you do know who owns the lion’s share of
DynaTACs?”
“The guy with
the biggest payroll: Uncle Sam.”
“Pass go. Collect $200.
The number for the second call to Nelson is from a DynaTAC leased to
ONI, one that is missing from the property room with no requisition form.”
“Shit. Christie really is working with someone
inside. Do you know who, Brad?”
“Aw, can’t I
keep you on tenterhooks and tell you about all the calls on that phone, like to
Swenson’s relatives in Minnesota, a couple to the Scamorza family, two more to
the People’s Republic, and saving the best for last, one call from an ONI
conference room -- not booked by anyone that day -- and six later calls to another
DynaTAC number.”
“Let me guess,
this is an ONI one and it wasn’t properly checked out either.”
“No, and it’s
still missing too.”
“I don’t
suppose you’ve tried calling it yourself.”
“I think that
would be unwise, Lee.”
“So we’re back
to square one, except we’re certain the mole is ONI?”
“Nope, Lee,
you must be tired amigo. I gave you the
clue and you missed it.”
“Enlighten me,
Brad.”
“Who is the
ONI agent who gave Admiral Watson the first call list -- the one that omitted
the ONI main number from the list?”
“I don’t
know. Who?”
“The same
person whose office number responded to a call last week from the U.S.
Marshal’s office, presumptively about Lee Crane’s presence at Dr. Anne Simon’s
house in Maine.”
“Tell me who
already, Brad.”
“And waste the
display of my investigative prowess, never.
Now it’s time to go back further.
I check this person’s office and home phone records going back six
years. You owe me big time, pal.”
“Anything you
want, Brad.”
“The Cobra.”
“You come out
west and pick her up, she’s yours.”
“Damn bucket
of bolts would fall apart before I got through Nevada.”
“For
certain. Why do you think I call her my
baby? Cause she’s high maintenance.”
“I’ll come up
with something else,” Brad said.
“Good, then
how about the big reveal soon, because I’m likely to be standing in front of
the Joint Chiefs any minute. There or
before a court martial.”
“Over the last
three years, I see periodic collect calls from Beaufort Penitentiary to the ONI
office number, about once every six months.”
“That’s
unusual, but hardly damning. This guy
could be keeping in contact with an informant.”
“Right, so I
go further back trying to cross reference any numbers I can attach to Christie
for the two years before and through his trial. That’s a lot of numbers. If only I’d been smart enough to start at
the end of the range.”
“What did you
find, Brad?”
“A call to
Christie’s private home number when he was out on bond before trial. That’s a completely illegal contact pending a
trial.”
“Right, you
have to go through the lawyers then,” Lee said.
“Unless, of
course, the call isn’t related to the investigation or trial. Lee, are you still sitting? No, of course, not. I know you.
Sit, sit down now.”
“Okay, I’m
sitting.”
“In a chair,
Lee, not on the corner of a desk.”
“Am I that
predictable? . . . I’m in a chair now,
honestly.”
“This agent,
he came to Maine with Admiral Watson, bringing along a truck full of
surveillance equipment. He’s not a field
agent, but a station analyst.”
“Brad, the
name already, damn it!”
“Jonathan
Farrell.”
“I don’t know
him. Farrell? He’s not . . . oh shit . . . tell me he’s not
related to Joe Farrell?”
“I’d like to,
Lee, but there’s a framed picture of his brother in his desk drawer. I think they were twins.”
“Damn. I . . . I need to think about this a
bit. Stop digging, Brad.”
“Lee, you
couldn’t have saved him.”
“I don’t know
that.”
“Even if you
broke orders and confessed, Lee, you all would have ended up executed. You know that.”
“I’ll never
know for certain. I only know that it
should have been me, not him.”
“The game
doesn’t work that way, bro.”
“I’m tired of
the game,” Lee said.
“Lee, buddy,
it wasn’t your fault, and even if it was, Farrell had no business putting a
civilian at risk to get at you.”
“I’ve got to
go, Brad. I need to think. Thanks for going that extra mile for me.”
“Anytime, but
Lee, he’s still up there. He may fear
he’ll be discovered. He may still be
after you. You need to take steps or I
will.”
“Give me the
number of the missing DynaTAC.”
“888-539-0947. Promise to keep me posted, Lee.”
“I will.”
“I mean
it. I want you to check back within two
hours or I’ll go to Nelson.”
Lee never
heard Brad’s last words. He’d heard too
much already. Lee also barely noticed
Lt. Robson’s return to the room.
“I’ve been
advised that you’ll be wanted back in the conference room again in a few
minutes, sir. Also, about our
discussion earlier, Commander, I remember something that now strikes me as
odd. The ONI agent in charge of the surveillance
said something reassuring back to Admiral Watson. He said not to worry too much about you
because Christie would know you and your value, that he wouldn’t kill you.”
“Why did that
seem odd to you?”
“Well, this
was before Christie arrived at the house.
How could the agent be so certain Christie or his men wouldn’t have shot
you long before they saw your face . . . unless Christie expected to find you
there . . . but how could he?”
“How, indeed?”
Lee asked with dripping sarcasm that seemed to befuddle Robson. “Look, do you have any idea where I can find
this ONI agent?”
“Yes, he just
dropped off the tapes.”
“Is he still
here?”
“No, but he
has to stay on base for debriefing just like you. He asked the way to the mess hall, so you
might find him there.”
“Any idea of
where his van is parked?”
“Parking lot on
the side would be my guess,” Lt. Robson said.
“I’d like a
master-at-arms to meet one of my men by that van to secure potential criminal
evidence. Give me one minute to arrange
my end of this while you get the MAA and I’ll be right out.”
Lee used the
base phone this time. He called Chip’s
DynaTAC.
“Chip, I need
a favor. Find Sharkey. He’s to meet up with a master-at-arms outside
the admin building. They are to find and
post up as close as possible to an unmarked white van, probably with Virginia
or DC tags. Meanwhile, I want you to
look for a dead ringer for Joe Farrell in the Officer’s Mess and keep him in
your sights, no matter what. I’ll be
back in touch soon. Call me on the
Admiral’s mobile if anything interesting comes up.”
Lee opened the
door and smiled at Lt. Robson. “Once
more unto the breach,” Lee said. Robson
looked puzzled. “Shakespeare,” Lee
explained.
Chapter
24 — Gathering Resources
Lee Crane
walked determinedly into the conference room.
He proceeded directly toward Admiral Watson. He cocked back his left hand, the uninjured
one, and hooked a hard punch into Watson’s jaw.
Nelson rose up
quickly to restrain Lee from further stupidity.
Lee didn’t resist. He’d done all
he had intended.
Everyone in
the room on video feed remained silent waiting to see Watson’s reaction, even
General Parker. Watson rubbed his
jaw. Lt. Robson pulled some ice from
nearby bucket, wrapped it in a towel and offered it to his commanding
officer. A few seconds later, Admiral
Watson mumbled. “Get the
master-at-arms. I want that man
arrested.”
“Take a few
moments to think about it, Bob,” General Parker advised.
“Got that out
of your system, Commander?” Nelson asked with the hint of a smile.
“Maybe. We’ll see.”
“Commander
Crane, I’ll give you points for gumption, but I’m not sure hitting a senior
officer in this forum was wise,” Admiral Wilson said.
“It was as
wise as his plan and a whole lot less painful for him than others,” Lee said.
“Point
taken. Bob, it’s your call.”
“I want this
man court-martialed.”
“I feel the
same way,” Lee said.
“Are you
accusing me of something, Crane?”
“If you aren’t
involved, then you are grossly negligent and stupid.”
“Commander
Crane, you are way over the line now,” General Parker said. “I’m inclined to agree with Admiral Watson’s
recommendation of a court martial if you don’t give me a damn good reason for
your behavior.”
“I
respectfully request one hour, at which time I expect to show you all exactly
how you’ve been manipulated.”
“Why can’t you
tell us now, Commander?” Admiral Pelmore asked.
“I could, but
in the meantime, critical evidence might be lost or destroyed, if it hasn’t
already happened.”
“Bob, you have
any idea what he’s talking about?”
“No. He’s a bullshit artist. Let’s end this.”
“Gentlemen, I
trust Commander Crane fully. He’s got
good reason to be angry. Just give him
the hour,” Admiral Nelson said.
“I’m not
letting him go anywhere unguarded, Nelson,” Admiral Watson said.
“I’ll stay
with him.”
“Inadequate,”
Bob Watson said.
“How about Lt.
Robson, then?” Nelson asked.
The brass on
the screen shrugged.
“How about it,
Bob?” Nelson asked.
“One hour, not
a second more. No leaving the base,
understood?”
“Understood,”
Nelson said and hurried Lee out of the room.
* * *
“Okay,
Lee. Where to?”
“To find
Sharkey.”
“You’ll
enlighten me soon?”
Lee nodded,
but didn’t answer. They walked back to
the administration building toward the parking lot on the side until they found
Sharkey and a master-at-arms loitering by a telephone pole.
“You hear or
see anything?”
“No, Skipper.”
Lee brought
the DynaTAC up and dialed. “Go post up
right by the side of the van and listen.”
Nelson
wandered over to join Sharkey and the master-at-arms.
“Anything?”
“A phone is
ringing inside.”
Lee’s color
paled. His body felt completely drained
of energy and he began to falter. Nelson
was immediately at his side to prop him up.
“Come on now,
lad. It’s time to end this and
rest.” He pulled Lee to a sit on the
hood of a nearby car. “Talk to me, Lee. What’s going on?”
“Admiral,
imagine if your worst failure came back to haunt you. Then others get hurt along the way just
because of you.”
“Lee, you’ve
never intentionally hurt anyone. Anyone
who knows you knows you’d risk your own life before your crew.”
“What if that
wasn’t an option?”
“Lee, son,
just tell me what’s bugging you. I can’t
help otherwise.”
“You may not
be able to help anyway, Admiral”
“What do you
consider your worst failure?”
“That blasted
mission to retrieve Presidente Fuentes.”
“Lee, you just
followed orders. There was nothing else
you could do.”
“That’s not
true. I’ve disregarded orders before,
Sir.”
“The stakes
were too high. It wasn’t a personal
matter, Lee.”
“If you were
related to Farrell, you might see it differently.”
“What are you
saying, Lee?”
“That this
whole plan was set in motion by what happened to Farrell years ago.”
“How?”
“Farrell has a
brother, a twin. Turns out he’s a
station analyst with ONI, one who bears a grudge against me. I can’t say I blame him for that, except it
was Kate who suffered most as a result.
She didn’t deserve that.”
“Lee, are you
ready to tell me what actually happened?
I’ve been hearing scuttlebutt.”
“Do you want
to know that she was savagely raped in her home in front of me as ONI recorded
it all, but no one acted to intervene?
Do you want to know that it was even worse aboard that boat?”
Nelson, for
once, appeared wordless. He shook his
head in denial. “Watson’s not a bad
man. I can’t see him knowing that and
not intervening.”
“Maybe he
didn’t know, maybe he didn’t care to know.
All those men on that screen were motivated by money, which for them
means power. Maybe they didn’t know what
was going on, but they weren’t paying proper attention either. Farrell’s brother manipulated Watson and the
rest of them down the garden path. And
as much as I want to hate him, I understand his motivation better than
theirs. His was personal at least.”
“Where is this
brother now, Lee?”
“On base. Chip’s tailing him.”
“You have
proof of what you say?”
“Yes,
confirmed by that phone.”
“What do you
want to do?”
“I don’t know,
Admiral. Talk to him, I guess.”
“Let me
arrange that.”
“I don’t want
an audience, Sir.”
“You may not
want it, but you may need it. I’m not
going to lose my captain.”
“What are you
suggesting, Admiral?”
“Let’s get
this man on audio or video.”
“I suppose
Chip could do it. Everything he needs
should be in the ONI van. Damn. We need to find the uncut tapes.”
“What do you
mean uncut tapes?” Nelson asked.
“Farrell
delivered surveillance audiotapes to Admiral Watson’s office a while ago. I’m certain he edited them first. We’ll need to check the van, maybe even check
the trashcans nearby.”
“Lee, just
tell me how you want to proceed in the limited time we’ve got.”
“Commander, I
can arrange a room with video and audio recording,” Lt. Robson offered. “I’ll send a master-at-arms to make certain
Farrell is there. Meanwhile, your men
can secure any evidence out here. If you
don’t mind, I’d even like to get the ball rolling before you enter.”
“I don’t want
to get you in trouble, Lieutenant.”
“I’m not
worried, Commander.”
“Lee, what’s
so important on those tapes?”
“The truth.”
“All right,
let’s put this plan into play as fast as possible. Lee, you and Robson get in position. I’ll let Chip know to get out here to secure
the evidence after the MAA takes Farrell into custody. When Chip gets here, Sharkey will search
nearby for any tapes that may have been discarded.”
Lee whispered
to Lt. Robson. “Can you get the tapes
Farrell delivered set up to play in the room too?”
Robson nodded.
Chapter
25 — Confronting a Mole
Fifteen
minutes later, just a few rooms from where Lee had faced the Joint Chiefs,
Jonathan Farrell waited in a conference room.
Aside from a master-at-arms outside the door, he was alone until Lt.
Robson entered.
“I was
expecting Admiral Watson.”
“He’s tied
up. He just had a couple of questions he
wanted me to ask you.”
“Okay, shoot.”
“Is this the
sealed envelope with the tapes of your surveillance of Dr. Simon’s house that
you delivered to me a short while ago?” Lt. Robson asked.
“Looks the
same.”
Lt. Robson
opened it. “Are these the tapes you
prepared and delivered to me?”
“Yes, at least
they look the same. Those are my labels,
my writing.”
“These tapes
represent the entire surveillance time?”
“From the time
Dirk Christie and his pals appeared on the scene, yes,” Farrell said.
“And the
earlier recordings?”
“Are still on
the original reel-to-reel tape. There
was nothing but chatter between Commander Crane and his man, and then Crane and
Rutenberg.”
“You mean Dr.
Simon, don’t you Lieutenant Farrell?”
“We all know
who she is.”
“So there are
no gaps, no Rosemary Woods’ moments, in these tapes from the time Dirk Christie
arrived and they all left the house?”
“Gaps, no, Lt.
Robson. I’m a professional. That said, there are some quiet spots and
some noisy spots -- things that were out of my control.”
“What do you
mean noisy spots?”
“Places where
you can’t hear conversation clearly.”
“Why would
that happen?”
“A lot of
noise right by the surveillance device can block out and obscure sounds away
from the device,” Farrell explained.
“Can you give
me an example?”
“Sure, someone
tapping their hand on a table with a bug underneath. You might not hear anything beyond the
tapping.”
“And the quiet
spots?” Lt. Robson asked.
“Well, in a
situation such as this, where we didn’t expect anyone to stay at the house very
long, we don’t do a complete installation.
I only positioned three devices, one in the living area, one in the
kitchen and one in the upstairs hallway.
So something that happens too far away from a device might be too muted
to hear conversation clearly.”
“Would there
be any degradation in copying from the originals to the cassettes?” Lt. Robson
asked.
“Nothing of
significance. That said, if you wanted
to try to enhance the sound, you’d always work from the originals.”
“Which are
still in your possession, Lt. Farrell?”
“They’re in
the van. I could run out and get them
for you if you like, if you’re concerned about their security ,Lt. Robson.”
“No. Are you?”
“I’m in the
spook business. We’re always concerned
about security.”
“But you left
the van unattended?” Lt. Robson asked.
“A man has to
eat eventually. I left it locked. I also tabbed the doors so that if anyone
came in, I would know.”
“Do you think
that likely?”
“Hard to say, Lt.
Robson, except the longer I sit here, the more I’m beginning to wonder.”
“Wonder what,
Lt. Farrell?”
“If
something’s going on?”
“I’m just
trying to be thorough.”
“You’re
bordering on annoying, Robson.”
“I’ll take
that as a compliment, Farrell.”
“How much
longer is this going to take?”
“I just have a
couple more questions.”
“Then spit ‘em
out already, Farrell.”
“In a
communication during the events, you represented to Admiral Watson that you
perceived no imminent threat to the well being of Commander Crane, and that you
would notify the SEAL team if you did, is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“You did not
again communicate with the Admiral until the participants had left the house?”
“Look, Robson,
I know Crane got pushed around a little.
He’s a trained agent and I wasn’t worried about him taking it. He was never in any mortal danger in that
house. Worst threat I heard was
Christie encouraging Swenson to give it to Crane in the butt.”
“That wasn’t
enough to send in the troops?”
“I was pretty
sure it was just a joke.”
“If you
thought it wasn’t, would you have called in the troops?” Lt. Robson asked.
Farrell
squirmed in his chair. “That’d be a
tough call given the greater import of the mission. Taking out a People’s Republic sub versus
Crane’s ass, well, he’s been behind bars before in enemy territory and it
probably wouldn’t be his first time. And
you know what they say about sub jockeys anyway.”
“Do you have
an issue with Crane?”
“I think he’s
overrated,” Farrell snarled.
“What about
Dr. Simon’s well being?”
“It wasn’t
relevant to the mission, Robson.”
“Are you
admitting you ignored evidence that her life was in danger in that house?”
“Christie’s
commie girlfriend wasn’t going to stop me doing my duty, Lieutenant. Collateral damage is a part of any war.”
Lt. Robson
opened the door and whispered to the master-at-arms, who placed a plastic bag
in his hand. Lee Crane entered behind
Robson, pushing the door shut behind him.
“Recognize this, Mr. Farrell?” Lt. Robson
asked.
“It’s a
DynaTEC 8000,” he shrugged.
Chapter
26 — Busted
“That phone
was retrieved from your truck. I thought
you might want to have it,” Lee Crane said.
It rang
seconds later.
“You want to
answer it, Farrell?” Lee asked.
“No.”
“Are you even
curious who’s calling?”
“No.”
“Because the
only person who would call you on it, Dirk Christie, is now dead?”
Farrell was
silent.
“If you had an
issue with me, all you had to do was come see me. Instead, you stood by as an innocent woman
was brutalized. How can you justify
that?”
“Let me
see. Oh, yes. You stood by silently as my brother was
executed in cold blood because you wouldn’t admit the truth. Orders are orders, after all, Crane.”
“That was one
of the lowest moments of my life, Farrell.
I’d have traded my life for his if it had been possible.”
“You couldn’t
even be bothered to make it to his memorial service. Let me quote Mr. Morton’s words to my
family: ‘Captain Crane sends his
condolences. He’s been unavoidably
detained.’”
“I was in a
hospital bed.”
“You deserved
to be.”
“For what it’s
worth, I’ve never forgotten your brother.
That said, there’s no justification for the risk you put others at to
get at me.”
“I acted out
of patriotism for my country. I knew
that SOB Christie would go right to the People’s Republic. It would be a win-win. Christie would die and a PR sub would be
destroyed in American waters.”
“So I suppose
you’re telling me that a little over three years ago, you acted out of
patriotism when you helped the People’s Republic kidnap and brainwash me in an
attempt to neutralize our missile defense system and destroy the Seaview?”
“All I did was
pass personal information about you on to Dirk Christie. I was unaware of how he planned to use it
exactly.”
“You
endangered the lives of over 120 men and risked our national security!” Crane
yelled.
“I didn’t mean
to,” Farrell said softly.
“And I didn’t
mean for those bastards to kill your brother!”
“I at least
fixed my mistake. I took care of
Christie. I made a strike against the
PR. The only thing left for me to take
care of is you.” Farrell walked toward
Lee.
“Give us a
minute, Robson.”
“Are you
certain, Commander?”
“Yes, take
those tapes to Mr. Morton.”
“The
master-at-arms will be waiting outside,” Robson announced to Farrell.
Farrell
shrugged.
“Mano a mano,”
Farrell said. He kicked the table off
toward the wall.
“The way you
should have addressed it from the beginning,” Lee scolded as he assumed a
boxer’s opening stance.
Farrell took a
wide swing at Lee. Lee feinted right,
avoiding it, then responded with a left into Farrell’s gut. “For Kate.”
Farrell backed
up a step and spit. “Fucking communist
bitch. She deserved everything she got
and worse. Only thing that could have
been better is if Swenson had done you.”
Lee breathed
in deeply. He would not have attained
his rank had he responded so easily to goading.
Lee stepped forward. “Give me
your best shot now, Farrell, because you’ll be going away for a long time
soon.”
Farrell dove
forward into Lee, driving him to the floor.
Lee rolled Farrell to the side into a chair. Lee was half upright as Farrell, from the
floor still, swung the wooden chair into Lee’s torso. Lee backed away while blocking the blow. Farrell rose up and stepped backwards. He grabbed another chair from the top and
wildly swung it in Lee’s direction. Lee
reached out sideways with his left hand to stop the chair’s momentum. He grabbed a leg and twisted the chair away
from Farrell. Farrell again lunged
forward. Lee’s right leg struck out,
catching Farrell in the gut. Farrell
fell back onto the edge of the table.
Farrell lay panting, catching his breath.
“Desk jockey,”
Lee taunted.
Farrell again
lunged toward Lee. Lee sidestepped his
rush. Farrell hit the wall hard. He crumpled to the floor.
“There’s more to
field work than riding around in a van and bugging empty rooms.” Lee adopted his familiar pose on the edge of
the table as he waited to see if Farrell had anything left to give.
Farrell hugged
his knees to his chest. “Do you know
what it’s like,” Farrell panted, “to be a surviving twin? It’s like being half a person.”
“No one
questions your loss, Farrell. Your
actions are another matter. Time to pay
the piper.”
Farrell glared
at Lee a moment. “I need help,” Farrell
panted. He extended his left hand while
holding his right hand wrapped around his gut.
Lee reached out to pull him up.
Farrell came up fast, too fast and too willingly, wrapping around Lee’s
back with his right hand. A stabbing
pain flared in Lee’s upper left shoulder.
Farrell tried to pull the blade out for another effort, but Lee wrenched
his left side away as he threw his weight forward into a right hook to
Farrell’s jaw. Farrell sunk back to the
floor. Lee shook his stinging right
hand, fresh stitches popped, as two masters-at-arms burst into the room. Worn and in pain, Lee leaned back onto the
top of the table to catch his breath.
Moments later,
Nelson burst in the room. Lee
instinctively rose to greet him, but was unsteady on his feet. “Get a corpsman in here immediately and get
this trash to the brig,” Nelson ordered.
“You know,
it’s your own fault, Crane,” Farrell snarled as he tried unsuccessfully to pull
free. “If your men hadn’t put holes in
that cigarette boat, Christie would have hauled you two out of there right away
and you’d have been on that sub much faster.
Instead, they had to get a replacement boat that was much slower. Yup, but for you and your people, Christie
might not even have had a chance to rape the bitch once.”
Lee couldn’t
stop himself. He rose up and threw
another right hook into Farrell’s chin, knocking him unconscious.
Nelson grabbed
an unsteady Lee and pushed him back toward the table. “All right slugger, you’ve earned some more
time in sick bay. Sit down.”
“I can walk.”
“You’ve got a
switchblade stuck in your shoulder. I
don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“It’s not
deep. It can wait.”
“For what?”
“My court
martial.”
“Unlikely.”
“Not according
to Admiral Watson.”
“Robson, have
you cut the transmission yet?” Nelson called out to the hall.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Escort those
men to the brig with the prisoner. I’ll
wait here with Commander Crane for the corpsman.” Nelson closed the door as they left. “Let me bring you up to date. Admiral Watson is retiring. There will be no court-martial.”
“Huh?”
“The Joint
Chiefs heard everything that went on in here.
Given Farrell did all this under Watson’s nose, and Bob was so close to
retiring anyway, it was decided now was the time. Not only won’t you be charged, you can expect
a commendation. Probably that fourth
stripe. Making my captain a ranked
captain at last. Long overdue, I think.”
“For this fiasco?”
“This and
thirty other ones before it, many courtesy of our good friends at ONI.”
“It wasn’t
worth it, Admiral.”
“No, this one,
definitely not. Ah, here comes the
corpsman. Let’s get you tended to, Lee,
and then hopefully get the hell out of here.”
“Wait a
second. You didn’t make any deals to
silence this, not on my behalf? I’ve
already given my word to Lacey and her boss.
You know I won’t break it.”
“What’s done
is done, Lee.”
“What aren’t
you telling me, Admiral?”
“Nothing that
can’t hold until we clear out of here.”
Chapter
27 - Cleaning Up Loose Ends
An hour later,
the base doctor discharged Lee. Lee
refused x-rays on either wound, leaving him the sole option of stitching up the
new shoulder wound and restitching the hand wound. Lee also refused narcotic pain killers,
settling for ibuprofen.
Admiral Nelson
met up with him at the medical center.
“No lasting damage, I take it.”
“No.”
“I don’t
suppose I can get the doctor’s word for that.”
“I’m fine,”
Lee huffed. “Okay, I’m not fine, but I
will be soon. It was a shallow
wound. Just muscle. I need to find Chip.”
“He’s still
out in that van, I think.”
“I need to
talk to him.”
“Okay, then
we’ll go.” Nelson offered an arm in
support and led Lee to a car. Two
minutes later, they were parked next to the van. Nelson came around to help Lee out, but Lee
had already emerged. After exchanging
words with the master-at-arms and Sharkey, Nelson opened the back door of the
van.
Chip looked up
and, as soon as he saw Lee, was worried.
“Lee, are you all right?”
“I’m fine.”
“He’s not
fine,” Nelson clarified.
“I’m
functional. Admiral, would you mind
leaving me alone with Chip for a few minutes?”
Nelson
pondered the implications for a moment.
“If you want,” he said backing away from the door.
“Chip, did you
find the master tape?”
“You mean this
heap?” Chip displayed a large heap of
uncurled tape that had been partially wound on a spool.
“Then you
haven’t listened to it?”
“No.”
“What about
the edited tapes Robson brought to you?”
“They’re
here,” he pointed to a sealed envelope.
“I was told to just sit here on the evidence. Sharkey found the master tape in the
dumpster behind the building and brought it to me. Aside from doing a little spooling, I’ve been
sitting as ordered. I figured you had a
reason to put it that way. Care to
explain it to me now, Lee?”
“Not really,
no. I’d like a few minutes alone”
“Are you going
to destroy evidence when I leave?”
“You don’t
really need to know that in advance, do you, Chip?”
“No, I suppose
not. Do what you think is best, Lee.”
“I may be in
here a while. Distract the Admiral.”
“I’ll do my
best, Lee.”
* * *
Lee inserted
the first of two edited tapes into the recorder/player. The first tape started with Christie’s entry
into the house. The gun battle. Kate’s attempt to surrender and protect
Lee. It ended shortly after Christie’s
radio conversation with Nelson where he tried to explain what he’d done was for
Anne, not just himself, and just before he coerced Kate into compliance by
threatening Lee. The sound was all
crystal clear to that point.
The second
tape’s audio quality deteriorated markedly.
Loud tapping noises and fades obliterated almost everything that
followed until they could be heard leaving the house. Lee was not entirely surprised that Farrell
had attempted to cover up his endangerment of Lee and Kate given the loose
parameters of his orders.
Lee then
turned to the master tape. He unspooled
Chip’s work and stuffed the rest of the unwound tape into a waste basket. He looked around for a match or a lighter,
finding one in the emergency kit. He set
a piece of paper on fire then dropped it into the basket. The tape melted quickly. The air grew foul. Lee opened the door.
“Problem in
there, Lee?” Nelson asked.
“Just a little
accident, Sir.”
“Well, you
know that I’ve warned you numerous times about the hazard of smoking.”
Lee shook his
head.
“Let’s get out
of here, men. Chip, you head out with
Sharkey and Kowalski on the Flying Sub when Kowalski’s discharged.”
“Yes,
Admiral. When should we expect you back
at the Institute?”
“In a few
days, Chip. I’ll be in touch.”
“Take care,
Lee. Try to stay out of trouble,” Chip
said.
Lee followed
the Admiral back to a car. As the
Admiral headed northeast, Lee finally inquired.
“Where are we going?”
The Admiral
stopped short in front of a famous Maine dry goods store.
“Why are we
here?”
“I thought
you’d like something more comfortable for travel.”
“I’m too tired
to care.”
“Lee, your
shirt is torn and blood stained and the pants aren’t much better. I’m sure you can find a good selection of
jeans and black turtlenecks here, along with necessities for a few days. Or would you prefer to go back to the base at
Brunswick for supplies?”
“No thanks.”
“Then go in,
Lee. Take your time.”
“What will you
be doing, Sir?”
“Speaking to
your friend at the New York Times, Mr. Bernowski.”
“What will you
tell him?”
“I’ll be
confirming aspects of your story, absent any implications of a government set
up.”
“What if he
suspects it, Admiral?”
“He’ll have to
support it with facts that satisfy his editor.
I can’t give him those. I can
only verify Dirk Christie’s treasonous acts and the sinking of both the boat
and the sub.”
“Did you have
a hard sell to get the Joint Chiefs to agree, Sir?”
“Not as hard
as I expected. The explosions were so
big and the debris so massive and widespread that they have to be explained
plausibly.”
“I’m not sure
that the story passes for plausible, Sir.”
“No, I suppose
some of it strains plausibility. Sadly,
those parts will be left out of what I tell them. It should suffice to protect Anne.”
“Is it really
that simple for you, Sir?”
“No, Lee. I was fuming mad. I ranted and raved. I threatened. I’m confident that Admiral Watson won’t be
thanking me any time soon for his premature retirement either. Beyond that, I can only apologize to you,
for my bull headedness, my short-sightedness.”
“Stop. This isn’t about you. It’s about how they used you. Used us.”
“I sold my
soul to that devil a long time ago, Lee.
I can only make noise from within.
I’m too invested to break away.
In the meantime, I will do my best to try to uphold the values that I
believe our country properly stands for and stay away from the politics. I think you should take a few days and
consider what you think is best for you.”
“I . . .”
“No, I mean
what I said, Lee. Go get yourself some
clothes and start thinking. I don’t want
answers now. I want you to give it
time.”
“So I guess
taking Seaview rogue is out of the question?” Lee smiled.
“Entirely. Meet me back here in one hour. Now, shoo.”
* * *
An hour was
more than Lee Crane could devote to shopping.
He was done in twenty-four minutes.
He couldn’t help but wonder about Kate.
She would no more go back to that house for her things than Lee ever
would. He had to get a salesclerk to
help him guess sizes and pick out a few basic necessities. It wasn’t much to offer her, but it was
something he could do.
Nelson was
late. Lee paced the lot. He wished he had some way to contact Dr.
Jamieson. Nelson pulled up before Lee
worked out the next step.
“Sorry I’m
late. All set, Lee?”
“Yes. I picked up some things for Kate. I’m just not certain what to do with them.”
“I’m sure that
will become clearer soon. Lee, we’ll
help Anne every way we can, in the way that works best for her. I’ll stay in the background if that makes her
more comfortable.”
“I don’t know
if she can make it without a good support system, Sir.”
“Then we give
her that.”
“She has to be
willing to accept it too.”
“One step at a
time, lad, one step at a time.”
They drove on
in silence, both thinking. They headed
for Machias, where they retrieved Buster, now a three-legged dog. That said, he was in good spirits and happy
to see Lee again.
“What next?”
Lee asked as he sported a sixty pound shepherd on his lap.
“I’ll call
Angie and see if Jamie’s checked in yet.”
“He won’t
leave any details until he knows it safe, Sir.”
“Angie will at
least have gotten a contact number from him by now.” Nelson pulled over at a gas station and used
a pay phone. After several calls, Nelson
scowled and waved for Lee to come to the phone.
“He won’t tell me anything until you tell him it’s okay.”
“I was just
trying to protect you, Admiral.”
Nelson handed Lee the phone. Nelson heard a series of affirmations from
Lee, nothing more.
“Can you drop
me at the Bangor airport? It’s the
closest,” Lee said.
“If you tell
me more.”
“She’s in
Connecticut.”
“Ah, her aunt
and uncle are there still?”
“Yes. They’ve already committed to helping her.”
“I’m
glad. They’re good people. What do you want to do about the dog?”
Lee looked at
the large dog in the window. “Buy him a
seat on the plane?”
“Not bloody
likely. Give me the phone. I’ll have Angie arrange for the Institute jet
to meet us at a nearby airstrip. I’ll
come with you to Connecticut and then hop a commuter train.”
“To
where? Why?”
“I don’t want
to push myself on Anne, Lee. I’ll give
her some space and wait until she’s ready to see me. I have some business in New York to take
care of before we go home.”
“Bernowski?”
“No, the
Scamorza family. I don’t think we want
to rely on them accepting the newspaper accounts. I’m going to meet with them.”
“Kate will
appreciate that, Sir.”
“You’ll let
her know that she doesn’t need to worry about anything other than getting
well. The bills will all be paid, for
anything she needs, and I mean anything.”
“I’ll do that,
Sir.”
“And Lee,
maybe you could try to make her understand about me a little.”
“If anybody
could, huh?”
“Yes.”
Chapter
28 — Resolutions
Two days
later, Lee Crane, Will Jamieson and Admiral Nelson reconnected at a small
airstrip near Hartford. Nelson pulled
Lee aside shortly after take off for a private conversation.
“How is
everything, Lee?”
“Fine.”
The Admiral
resisted rolling his eyes at the typically unhelpful answer. “You seem a little glum. Maybe you’d like to stay on a little longer,
Lee?”
“No. Home sounds good now, Admiral.”
“I’ll second
that. The good news is that the
herculite windows are showing no signs of premature stress. In fact, it turns out that changes made in
the process may have inadvertently improved the tempering.”
“Glad
something’s finally gone right.”
“Did something
happen with Anne, Lee? Something that’s
upset you?”
“Nothing
happened exactly. Maybe I was hovering
too much.”
“She pushed
you away?”
“More or less,
Sir.”
“You weren’t ready
to go?”
“I just wanted
to be of help in any way I could. There
just isn’t a lot I can do at this point.
I’ll stay in touch,” Lee said.
“I’m going to
try to do that also. Stop. I know what you’re thinking. Jamie and I have talked. I have a strategy.”
“Strategy,
Sir?”
“To not
alienate her again. To reconnect. When she was little, Lee, I was a favorite
uncle of hers. I’ve got letters from her
mother to share, and lots of memories too.
We’ll talk shop too. No pressure
about the Institute, just new developments and ideas. Jamie thinks that will help her focus on the
future.”
“Jamie’s a
smart man. He suggested I back off for a
while, that no matter how much I want to help, for the present I’m too big a
reminder of everything that happened.”
“Yes, he is a
wise man. You should listen to him more
often, Lee.”
It was Lee’s
turn to roll his eyes.
“Lee, before
you went to Connecticut, I asked you to think about how you want to deal with the
Navy and ONI in light of what’s happened.
Have you had a chance to think about that?”
“I didn’t
quite understand what I was supposed to think about given that I’m supposedly
about to get a promotion. Of course,
that promise is unlikely to survive the newspaper reports and the court martial
to follow.”
“I had my
doubts that you would accept the promotion even if it did come through. Frankly, after what happened, I was concerned
you might resign your commission.”
“That would
mean giving up Seaview. It may be forced
upon me soon enough, but I’m not resigning anything until then, Sir.”
“Good. I think you might like what I’ve been up
to. I’ve been negotiating some changes
with the Joint Chiefs that might free us up from government operations and
obligations.”
“Free us,
Admiral? I don’t see it happening in my
lifetime. Even if we were decommissioned
from permanent Naval Reserve status and stripped of all weaponry, I don’t see
the powers that be allowing us to operate privately, not with a nuclear reactor
on board, not a vessel of our size and capabilities.”
“I know that,
Lee.”
“I wouldn’t
allow it if I were in charge.”
“Don’t trust
yourself?”
“Most of the
time I value our relationship with the Navy.
It’s been big part of my life and I’ve generally been honored to serve
when asked. I think you feel the same,
Admiral.”
“Yes, but the
times that I haven’t, they increasingly disturb me. So let me tell you what I have
negotiated. First, we’ll have much more
space on Seaview soon.”
“Why, Sir?”
“The missile
silos will be removed. There are enough
missile deployment systems under direct Navy control without the addition of
Seaview’s resources.”
“Removing
missiles will certainly make the Seaview a less interesting target for the
enemy, Sir.”
“Exactly. Second, no civilian personnel except those
expressly approved by the Navy will be permitted on board during any government
missions.”
“That could
make staffing complicated at times.”
“But it’s
doable, isn’t it, Lee?”
“Yes, I’d estimate
that 85% of the crew is active in the reserves.”
“Of course,
all command staff would be required to be active at all times, Lee.”
“For a minute,
you had me wondering if I could resign my commission and stay captain for
non-government missions.”
“No, Lee, but
you could tell ONI to stuff it.”
“I’ll consider
it next time they call, if they ever call again.”
“They’ll
call.”
“It’s hard to
say no sometimes,” Lee shrugged.
“All right, I
can see I won’t win this fight today.”
“I’m all
fought out for a while, Admiral.”
“Then let’s go
home. We’ve got mounds of paperwork
ahead of us. We’ll be in refit for at
least a month. That should give you
plenty of time to keep current on this and handle the fallout.” Nelson handed Lee a copy of the New York
Times.
Lee settled
into a chair and read it immediately.
Sinking of People’s Republic Sub Raises More Questions Than
Answers
— Preview of a Special Investigative Series by the NYT
As
body parts and debris from a sunken People’s Republic submarine continue to
fill fishermen and lobstermen’s nets and wash ashore in Down East, Maine,
questions remain as to exactly what transpired.
The Navy refuses to officially comment on the presence of the People’s
Republic sub in U.S. waters beyond confirming the fact of the sinking.
Instead,
explanation came from an unexpected source:
Commander Lee Crane, captain of
the private research submarine Seaview and also active Naval Reserve. According to Commander Crane, the People’s
Republic sub hovered off the coast of Canada as part of a complex plot
involving recently escaped federal felon Dirk Christie. Three years ago, Christie was convicted for
intentionally supplying inferior parts to the Navy resulting in the deaths of
twenty-four sailors on the USS Solaris.
At the time of Christie’s arrest and trial, rumors of treason and
underworld activity were whispered amongst those involved in the case, but the
government never pursued such charges.
After Christie’s escape from jail, it appears he turned to the People’s
Republic for an exit strategy, offering up as bounty his former girlfriend and
business associate, Anne Simon, and Commander Crane whom he had taken
hostage.
When
fouled props stopped the boat carrying Christie and his hostages from leaving
U.S. waters, the People’s Republic sub entered U.S. territorial waters to pick
up Christie and his hostages. According
to Admiral Harriman Nelson, owner of Seaview and also active Naval Reserve, the
Navy was monitoring these events and intervened to prevent the transfer. The People’s Republic sub refused to
surrender to the Navy and instead launched missiles at naval vessels and
aircraft. The Navy retaliated, resulting
in the complete destruction of the sub.
The
details of the bizarre tale — from Conglomerated Industries founding by Dirk
Christie to the sinking of the People’s Republic sub — will be explored in
depth over several weeks. Among the
areas to be covered are the original trial and conviction of Dirk Christie,
specifically focussing on why the government declined to pursue treason and
money laundering charges years ago despite strong evidence. Instead, the government settled for pursuit
of less serious charges leading to a quickly obtained conviction of seven years
for twenty-four sailors’ lives. Factors
playing into that decision appear to include: (1) concealment of government
negligence with regard to vetting Conglomerated Industries’ principals and
backers; (2) the government’s desire to avoid embarrassment at revelations of
underworld funding and treasonous activities by the largest government
contractor; and (3) concerns about how revelations of Simon’s birthright might
impact the prosecution’s case against Christie.
The
bulk of the details for the article initially were provided by Commander Crane
to the Times in an exclusive, recorded interview. Commander Crane’s presence in the story at
first appears confounding, as he lacked any direct connection to Christie. However, his boss -- Admiral Nelson -- led
the Navy’s forensic investigation into the Solaris disaster, which pointed the
blame at Consolidated Industries.
Admiral Nelson then enlisted the assistance of Simon -- who at the time of the Solaris incident
was both living with Christie and working for Christie’s company -- in
procuring critical evidence against Christie himself and the company.
New
revelations reveal that prior to Christie’s trial, in order to prevent Nelson
from testifying and in revenge for soliciting Simon’s help in securing incriminating
evidence, Christie aided and abetted the People’s Republic in kidnapping and
brainwashing Commander Crane, risking the lives of over 125 men aboard the
Seaview. Although the Seaview suffered
damage in the ensuing plot, Admiral Nelson survived and his testimony was
important to Christie’s conviction.
Christie’s
other target for revenge upon escape was Anne Simon, Ph.D. (MIT). Ultimately it was Simon’s copying of
documents that Christie later destroyed that directly implicated Christie
personally in the Solaris disaster, and her testimony that resulted in his
conviction. On the day of her testimony,
Simon was wounded in an assassination attempt on the courthouse steps. That attempt injured her and killed a federal
marshal protecting her. While no
evidence was presented at trial concerning who fired the shots, Simon’s
testimony -- which proceeded as scheduled despite a serious shoulder wound -- could not have helped the defense. Christie entered into a plea agreement
immediately after her testimony.
Afterwards, Simon was taken for treatment and then entered into the
Federal Witness Protection Program.
What
never became public during Christie’s indictment, trial or thereafter, were
these startling revelations: (1) Christie’s company was initially funded by
underworld money, specifically via his blood relations, the Scamorza family of
New York, and Consolidated was partially owned by them through a series of
shell companies until Christie’s conviction; (2) Christie and Consolidated
accepted funds from the People’s Republic in exchange for acts which undermined
the integrity of parts ordered by the U.S. military, including at least one
instance of intentional sabotage of parts, and Christie transferred these funds
to foreign accounts he held personally; and (3) Simon, Christie’s longtime
girlfriend, employee and a company officer, is the daughter of notorious
convicted traitors Erving and Rose Rutenberg.
Flash
forward three years from Christie’s imprisonment. Hurricane Nora rampaged through the
Carolinas. The Beaufort Federal
Penitentiary was hard hit and nearly destroyed, with both guards and prisoners
injured. Several surviving prisoners,
including Christie, took advantage of the opportunity to escape. Christie immediately undertook a daring plan
of revenge against Admiral Nelson and Dr. Simon.
Christie
enlisted the aid of his underworld family, the People’s Republic and the
services of a government agent sporting a personal grudge against Commander
Crane. According to Admiral Nelson,
“this agent duplicitously involved the Navy in an unjustifiably risky operation
without disclosure of his agenda or relevant facts, putting both Crane and
Simon in grave danger.” Commander Crane
postulates alternatively that the Navy didn’t care about the risk to Simon,
himself or other civilians involved. He
suggests that the opportunity to sink an enemy sub in U.S. waters proved too
tempting to Naval officials, leading to ill-informed and ill-advised actions. The motivation? Money.
Crane posits that with the military budget at its lowest in decades,
Congress would be hard pressed to refuse an increase in defense spending
following an incursion by an enemy sub in Maine (even if said incursion was
baited by the actions of U.S. agents).
In
parts one and two of the article premiering next Monday and Wednesday, the
history of Christie’s company Conglomerated Industries and Christie’s personal
history until the time of his arrest will be explored. Expect startling revelations about Christie’s
mob connections, his former girlfriend’s notorious parentage, and how these
facts influenced Christie’s actions in defrauding the government and committing
treason. The following week will feature
parts three and four focussing on Christie’s trial and imprisonment, including
facts about efforts to derail his trial involving violence and conspiracy to
commit treason. The third week’s
concluding parts five and six will explore the actions of Christie during and after
his escape and the roles of those who aided and abetted him: the underworld, the People’s Republic, and a
government agent. In this last part of
the story, chance, coincidence and the drive for revenge are the major factors
which led to the bizarre end game, the sinking of a People’s Republic submarine
off the coast of Maine.
“It’s a good
start,” Nelson reassured Lee.
“And a lot to
promise to deliver,” Lee nodded. “Thank
you for your help.” Nelson had much at
stake in going on the record even in the limited way he had. Lee could not have expected more from his
friend, mentor and boss.
Chapter
29 - Epilogue
Nearly three
months after the sinking of the People’s Republic sub, and after a month long
research mission aboard the Seaview that could best be described as tedious, Nelson
summoned Crane.
“Lee, come to
my office at 1:00 today. I’ve got a
surprise.”
“What kind of
surprise?”
“A good one,
and that’s all I’m saying.”
Lee arrived
five minutes early, as typical. Angie
made him wait. The Admiral buzzed him in
at 0100 precisely.
“Look who’s
here, Lee! It’s Anne.”
“Kate!” He extended a hand in greeting.
“I don’t think
so, Commander.” She pulled his hand toward
her and pulled him into a hug.
Lee was
gentle.
“I’m all
healed. It’s okay.”
“You look
great.”
“Thanks. I’m putting real effort into my third act.”
“I’ll give you
two some time to get reacquainted,” Nelson announced before he made a quick exit.
Lee
smiled. Her hair was short and smartly
cut. Her clothes were tailored and
professional, quite a change from his first encounter with her.
“How long will
you be staying? I’d love to show you
around Santa Barbara.”
“I’ll be here
for three weeks.”
“Well, I’ve
got a couple of days before we set sail, so if the Admiral hasn’t already
claimed all your time, I’d like to get in line.”
“I don’t think
time will be an issue. I’ll be sailing
with you on the next mission.”
Lee cocked his
head.
“I’ve taken a
position at MIT in the Chemistry department, a temporary one that hopefully
will turn permanent.”
“Right, our
upcoming cruise is that joint project with MIT.”
“I hope it
won’t be a problem.”
“Why would it
be a problem? I’m delighted for you.”
“I’m sorry
that I’ve been so remote. I’ve had a lot
of thinking to do.”
“No apologies
necessary. I’m just happy to see you
doing well.”
“I wanted to
explain to you why I pushed you away. I
think I owe you that.”
“You don’t owe
me anything.”
“How about if
I’d just like to explain?”
“Okay.”
“I’ve had the
knight in shining armor fixation before.”
“Christie?”
“Yes, when I
met him, I really was the prototypical science nerd with little life
experience. I had plenty of hubris -- of
the intellectual kind -- but not a great deal of self worth, socially or
physically. Dirk really did bring me a
long ways toward being a more complete person.
I did love him.”
“Warped as he
was at the end, I could see that once he felt the same for you.”
“If I’d paid
more attention to him than work, I might have forestalled what happened.”
“You can’t
hold yourself responsible for what he did.”
“Not
responsible, but accountable for what I didn’t do, how I wasn’t always there
for him the way I might have been, how I could have better supported him.”
“Sounds to me
like you are taking blame.”
“No, I’m not
saying I deserved what happened. I’m
only recognizing some of what went astray along the way.”
“Okay, I guess
I can see how that could help you move forward.”
“Forward means
not making the same mistakes twice. I
pushed you away because I didn’t want to be rescued by you, like I’d been
rescued by Dirk. It was too easy a trap. You, well, look at you. What woman wouldn’t be taken? We had that bizarre couple of days at my
house where both of us indulged in a little Harlequin romance while you were on
a survivor’s high. But that was all it
was. I knew it. You knew it.
Then after, well, after all that mess, how easy it would have been to
latch on and hold on to you for dear life.
You were as vulnerable as I, maybe more, with that save the world
mentality of yours. I knew it was the
wrong way for me to crawl out of the hole.
Funnily enough, letting Nelson back in as Uncle Harry of my childhood
was some of the best medicine.”
“I’m glad you
two have reconnected. I can see it’s
given him a lot of joy.”
“Yes, well,
he’s only obliquely asked me to work for the Institute a few times, so far.”
“Maybe you
will?”
“I need to
take a shot at reestablishing myself through academia first.”
“Whatever you
want, I want for you.”
“There have
been times in the last couple of months that I wanted you, Lee. Don’t panic.
Not in a way that implies any future.
I don’t see that for us, not remotely.
Just in a way that recognizes what a great guy you are, how you embrace
life, someone who makes others feel safe and protected.”
“I don’t think
I did a very good job of protecting you at all.”
“You did
everything you could. You tried your
best. I’d be dead or maybe worse if you
hadn’t been there. And just meeting you
the way we met brought me out of a funk and gave me the desire to get back in
the world. So here I am saying thank
you, Lee Crane.”
“There’s
really no need.”
“Captain,” she
put her hands on her hips, “how about just saying ‘you’re welcome?’”
“You’re
welcome.”
“All right,
enough catching up for now, Lee would you like to join us for lunch at
Bardo’s?” Harry interrupted.
“I wouldn’t
miss it for the world.”
Lunch turned
out to include Dr. Jamieson as well. He
was pleased with Kate’s progress.
“I just would
like to know one thing. Which is it
going to be? Kate or Anne?”
“It’s kind of
fun having two identities.”
“I never did
find out the new last name,” Lee said.
“Rosen. Legally, it’s Katherine Rosen. But I’ll answer to anything. Just don’t call me . . .”
“Late for
supper,” Nelson finished.
“Precisely.” Kate smiled and dug in.
“I was
thinking of sailing out to Santa Cruz Island this afternoon, if anyone would
like to join me?” Lee said.
“On what?”
Kate asked.
“An old
Beneteau I’ve been fixing up for years.”
“Emphasis on
the word ‘fixing’ as in still fixing,” Nelson said. “I’ll pass.”
“Those are top of the line boats. I’ve seen them, but never been on one,” Kate
said.
“She sails
beautifully. I just haven’t focussed
much on the interior cabin. The Admiral
likes his creature comforts at his age.”
Harry scowled,
but then inhaled a draft of forty year old scotch and saw the truth of the
remark and raised his glass. “So sue
me. You two go. Have fun.”
“How about
you, Jamie?”
“Sorry, but my
wife is already jealous that I’m spending two hours of leave time away from her
and the honey-do list. Besides, I’m
certain you and Kate have a lot to catch up on and discuss.” Lee noticed Jamie focussed directly on Kate
for a moment and wondered about it.
“Run along,
children,” Harry said, gesturing for them to leave. “Lunch is on me. And you, fella, you bring her home by
eleven.”
“I’m a little
old for a curfew, Sir.”
“She’s staying
in my house, so she’s not.”
“I’ll have her
back by eleven, sir,” Lee winked.
The
End (for now - a sequel is half
written!)