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even more stable ones； but the Goya had been his home for almost a decade now…the ship on which he had fought his way back after Celia's death。 Some nights he still heard her voice in the wind out on deck。 If and when the ghosts ever disappeared； Tolland would consider another ship。
Not yet。
When the chopper finally set down on the Goya's stern deck； Rachel Sexton felt only half…relieved。 The good news was that she was no longer flying over the ocean。 The bad news was that she was now standing on it。 She fought off the shaky sensation in her legs as she climbed onto the deck and looked around。 The deck was surprisingly cramped； particularly with the helicopter on its pad。 Moving her eyes toward the bow； Rachel gazed at the ungainly； stacked edifice that made up the bulk of the ship。
Tolland stood close beside her。 〃I know；〃 he said； talking loudly over the sound of the raging current。 〃It looks bigger on television。〃
Rachel nodded。 〃And more stable。〃
〃This is one of the safest ships on the sea。 I promise。〃 Tolland put a hand on her shoulder and guided her across the deck。
The warmth of his hand did more to calm Rachel's nerves than anything he could have said。 Nonetheless； as she looked toward the rear of the ship； she saw the roiling current streaming out behind them as though the ship was at full throttle。 We're sitting on a megaplume； she thought。
Centered on the foremost section of rear deck； Rachel spied a familiar； one…man Triton submersible hanging on a giant winch。 The Triton…named for the Greek god of the sea…looked nothing like its predecessor； the steel…encased Alvin。 The Triton had a hemispherical acrylic dome in front； making it look more like a giant fishbowl than a sub。 Rachel could think of few things more terrifying than submerging hundreds of feet into the ocean with nothing between her face and the ocean but a sheet of clear acrylic。 Of course； according to Tolland； the only unpleasant part of riding in the Triton was the initial deployment…being slowly winched down through the trap door in the Goya's deck； hanging like a pendulum thirty feet above the sea。
〃Xavia is probably in the hydrolab；〃 Tolland said； moving across the deck。 〃This way。〃
Rachel and Corky followed Tolland across the stern deck。 The Coast Guard pilot remained in his chopper with strict instructions not to use the radio。
〃Have a look at this；〃 Tolland said； pausing at the stern railing of the ship。
Hesitantly； Rachel neared the railing。 They were very high up。 The water was a good thirty feet below them； and yet Rachel could still feel the heat rising off the water。
〃It's about the temperature of a warm bath；〃 Tolland said over the sound of the current。 He reached toward a switch…box on the railing。 〃Watch this。〃 He flipped a switch。
A wide arc of light spread through the water behind the ship； illuminating it from within like a lit swimming pool。 Rachel and Corky gasped in unison。
The water around the ship was filled with dozens of ghostly shadows。 Hovering only feet below the illuminated surface； armies of sleek； dark forms swam in parallel against the current； their unmistakable hammer…shaped skulls wagging back and forth as if to the beat of some prehistoric rhythm。
〃Christ； Mike；〃 Corky stammered。 〃So glad you shared this with us。〃
Rachel's body went rigid。 She wanted to step back from the railing； but she could not move。 She was transfixed by the petrifying vista。
〃Incredible； aren't they？〃 Tolland said。 His hand was on her shoulder again； forting。 〃They'll tread water in the warm spots for weeks。 These guys have the best noses in the sea…enhanced telencephalon olfactory lobes。 They can smell blood up to a mile away。〃
Corky looked skeptical。 〃Enhanced telencephalon olfactory lobes？〃
〃Don't believe me？〃 Tolland began rooting around in an aluminum cabinet adjacent to where they were standing。 After a moment； he pulled out a small； dead fish。 〃Perfect。〃 He took a knife from the cooler and cut the limp fish in several places。 It started to drip blood。
〃Mike； for God's sake；〃 Corky said。 〃That's disgusting。〃
Tolland tossed the bloody fish overboard and it fell thirty feet。 The instant it hit the water； six or seven sharks darted in a tumbling ferocious brawl； their rows of silvery teeth gnashing wildly at the bloody fish。 In an instant； the fish was gone。
Aghast； Rachel turned and stared at Tolland； who was already holding another fish。 Same kind。 Same size。
〃This time； no blood；〃 Tolland said。 Without cutting the fish； he threw it in the water。 The fish splashed down； but nothing happened。 The hammerheads seemed not to notice。 The bait carried away on the current； having drawn no interest whatsoever。
〃They attack only on sense of smell；〃 Tolland said； leading them away from the railing。 〃In fact； you could swim out here in total safety…provided you didn't have any open wounds。〃
Corky pointed to the stitches on his cheek。
Tolland frowned。 〃Right。 No swimming for you。〃
102
Gabrielle Ashe's taxi was not moving。
Sitting at a roadblock near the FDR Memorial； Gabrielle looked out at the emergency vehicles in the distance and felt as if a surrealistic fog bank had settled over the city。 Radio reports were ing in now that the exploded car might have contained a high…level government official。
Pulling out her cellphone； she dialed the senator。 He was no doubt starting to wonder what was taking Gabrielle so long。
The line was busy。
Gabrielle looked at the taxi's clicking meter and frowned。 Some of the other cars stuck here were pulling up onto the curbs and turning around to find alternative routes。
The driver looked over his shoulder。 〃You wanna wait？ Your dime。〃
Gabrielle saw more official vehicles arriving now。 〃No。 Let's go around。〃
The driver grunted in the affirmative and began maneuvering the awkward multipoint turn。 As they bounced over the curbs； Gabrielle tried Sexton again。
Still busy。
Several minutes later； having made a wide loop； the taxi was traveling up C Street。 Gabrielle saw the Philip A。 Hart Office Building looming。 She had intended to go straight to the senator's apartment； but with her office this close。。。
〃Pull over；〃 she blurted to the driver。 〃Right there。 Thanks。〃 She pointed。
The cab stopped。
Gabrielle paid the amount on the meter and added ten dollars。 〃Can you wait ten minutes？〃
The cabbie looked at the money and then at his watch。 〃Not a minute longer。〃
Gabrielle hurried off。 I'll be out in five。
The deserted marble corridors of the Senate office building felt almost sepulchral at this hour。 Gabrielle's muscles were tense as she hurried through the gauntlet of austere statues lining the third…floor entryway。 Their stony eyes seemed to follow her like silent sentinels。
Arriving at the main door of Senator Sexton's five…room office suite； Gabrielle used her key card to enter。 The secretarial lobby was dimly lit。 Crossing through the foyer； she went down a hallway to her office。 She entered； flicked on the fluorescent lights； and strode directly to her file cabinets。
She had an entire file on the budgeting of NASA's Earth Observing System； including plenty of information on PODS。 Sexton would certainly want all the data he could possibly get on PODS as soon as she told him about Harper。
NASA lied about PODS。
As Gabrielle fingered her way through her files； her cellphone rang。
〃Senator？〃 she answered。
〃No； Gabs。 It's Yolanda。〃 Her friend's voice had an unusual edge to it。 〃You still at NASA？〃
〃No。 At the office。〃
〃Find anything at NASA？〃
You have no idea。 Gabrielle knew she couldn't tell Yolanda anything until she'd talked to Sexton； the senator would have very specific ideas about how best to handle the information。 〃I'll tell you all about it after I talk to Sexton。 Heading over to his place now。〃
Yolanda paused。 〃Gabs； you know this thing you were saying about Sexton's campaign finance and the SFF？〃
〃I told you I was wrong and…〃
〃I just found out two of our reporters who cover the aerospace industry have been working on a similar story。〃
Gabrielle was surprised。 〃Meaning？〃
〃I don't know。 But these guys are good； and they seem pretty convinced that Sexton is taking kickbacks from the Space Frontier Foundation。 I just figured I should call you。 I know I told you earlier that the idea was insane。 Marjorie Tench as a source seemed spotty； but these guys of ours。。。 I don't know； you might want to talk to them before you see the senator。〃
〃If they're so convinced； why haven't they gone to press？〃 Gabrielle sounded more defensive than she wanted to。
〃They have no solid evidence。 The senator apparently is good at covering his tracks。〃
Most politicians are。 〃There's nothing there； Yolanda。 I told you the senator admitted taking SFF donations； but the gifts are all under the cap。〃
〃I know that's what he told you； Gabs； and I'm not claiming to know what's true or false here。 I just felt obliged to call because I told you not to trust Marjorie Tench； and now I find out people other than Tench think the senator may be on the dole。 That's all。〃
〃Who were these reporters？〃 Gabrielle felt an unexpected anger simmering now。
〃No names。 I can set up a meeting。 They're smart。 They understand campaign finance law。。。 〃 Yolanda hesitated。 〃You know； these guy actually believe Sexton is hurting for cash…bankrupt even。〃
In the silence of her office； Gabrielle could hear Tench's raspy accusations echoing。 After Katherine died； the senator squandered the vast majority of her legacy on bad investments； personal forts； and buying himself what appears to be certain victory in the primaries。 As of six months ago； your candidate was broke。
〃Our men would love to talk to you；〃 Yolanda said。
I bet they would； Gabrielle thought。 〃I'll call you back。〃
〃You sound pissed。〃
〃Never at you； Yolanda。 Never at you。 Thanks。〃
Gabrielle hung up。
Dozing on a chair in the hallway outside Senator Sexton's Westbrooke apartment； a security guard awoke with a start at the sound of his cellular phone。 Bolting up in his chair； he rubbed his eyes and pulled his phone from his blazer pocket。
〃Yeah？〃
〃Owen； this is Gabrielle。〃
Sexton's guard recognized her voice。 〃Oh； hi。〃
〃I need to talk to the senator。 Would you knock on his door for me？ His line is busy。〃
〃It's kind of late。〃
〃He's awake。 I'm sure of it。〃 Gabrielle sounded anxious。 〃It's an emergency。〃
〃Another one？〃
〃Same one。 Just get him on the phone； Owen。 There's something I really need to ask him。〃
The guard sighed； standing up。 〃Okay； okay。 I'll knock。〃 He stretched and made his way toward Sexton's door。 〃But I'm only doing it because he was glad I let you in earlier。〃 Reluctantly； he raised his fist to knock。
〃What did you just say？〃 Gabrielle demanded。
The guard's fist stopped in midair。 〃I said the senator was glad I let you in earlier。 You were right。 It was no problem at all。〃
〃You and the senator talked about that？〃 Gabrielle sounded surprised。
〃Yeah。 So what？〃
〃No； I just didn't think。。。 〃
〃Actually； it was kind of weird。 The senator needed a couple of seconds to even remember you'd been in there。 I think the boys were tossing back a few。〃
〃When did you two talk； Owen？〃
〃Right after you left。 Is something wrong？〃
A momentary silence。 〃No。。。 no。 Nothing。 Look； now that I think of it； let's not bother the senator this instant。 I'll keep trying his house line； and if I don't have any luck； I'll call you back and you can knock。〃
The guard rolled his eyes。 〃Whatever you say； Ms。 Ashe。〃
〃Thanks； Owen。 Sorry to bother you。〃
〃No problem。〃 The guard hung up； flopped back in his chair； and went to sleep。
Alone in her office； Gabrielle stood motionless for several seconds before hanging up the phone。 Sexton knows I was inside his apartment。。。 and he never mentioned it to me？
Tonight's ethereal strangeness was getting murkier。 Gabrielle flashed on the senator's phone call to her while she was at ABC。 The senator had stunned her with his unprovoked admission that he was meeting with space panies and accepting money。 His honesty had brought her back to him。 Shamed her even。 His confession now seemed one hell of a lot less noble。
Soft money； Sexton h