Inca Gold

    "There is one more request from the Customs agents," said Gu

    "What the hell else do they have on their want list?" demanded Pitt roughly. "A dive orgy for souvenirs thrown off cruise ships by tourists afraid of Customs inspectors?"

    "Nothing so mundane," Gu

    "They must think artifacts sitting in the rain qualify as underwater stolen goods," Giordino said with acidic humor.

    "The Customs people are in dire need of an inventory."

    "Of the artifacts in the temple?" Pitt asked incredulously. "Do they expect an indexed catalogue? There must be close to a thousand items stacked inside whatever is left of the temple after the mercenaries finished blowing it all to hell. They need archaeologists to sort through the hoard, not marine engineers."

    "The Peruvian Investigative Police have investigated and reported that most of the artifacts were removed from the temple soon after you escaped," explained Gu

    "Events were moving too fast for a quick tally."

    Gu

    "I was busy prowling the ruins for a radio," said Giordino. "I didn't have time to examine the stuff."

    Pitt held his hands to his head and massaged his temples. "I might be able to recall fifteen or twenty items that stood out."

    "Can you sketch them?"

    "I'm a miserable artist, but I think I can draw reasonably accurate pictures. No need to visit the place again. I can just as well illustrate what I remember while lounging by a swimming pool at a resort hotel."

    "Sounds sensible to me," Giordino said cheerfully.

    "No," Gu

    Giordino stared at Pitt. "One more manifestation of Giordino's list of laws. Any man who volunteers for a rescue mission becomes a victim."

    "What does the State Department have to do with us making a round trip to the temple?" Pitt demanded.

    "Since the South American Free Trade Treaty, the petroleum and mining industries have been denationalized. Several American companies are currently completing negotiations to help Peru better exploit its natural resources. The country desperately needs foreign investment, and the money is ready to pour in. The catch is that labor unions and the opposition parties of the legislature are against foreign involvement in their economy. By saving the lives of sons and daughters of the local VIPs, you and Al indirectly influenced a number of votes."

    "All right, so we give a speech at the local Elks Club and accept a certificate of merit."

    "Fine as far as it goes," said Gu

    "In other words, our esteemed government wants to milk our benevolent image for all it's worth," said Pitt stonily.

    "Something along those lines."

    "And Sandecker agreed to it."

    "Goes without saying," Gu

    "Who is going in with us?"

    "Dr. Alberto Ortiz from the National Institute of Culture in Chiclayo will supervise the archaeological team. He'll be assisted by Dr. Kelsey."

    "Without reliable protection we'll be asking for trouble."

    "The Peruvians have assured us they will send in a highly trained security force to control the valley."

    "But are they trustworthy? I don't want an encore by an army of rogue mercenaries."

    "Nor me," Giordino agreed firmly.

    Gu

    "We'll need better equipment than what we took in on our last trip."

    "Give me a list and I'll handle the logistics."

    Pitt turned to Giordino. "Do you get the distinct impression we've been had?"

    "As near as I can tell," said the stocky Italian, "this makes about four hundred and thirty-seven times."

    Pitt did not look forward to a repeat dive in the sinkhole. There was a haunted aura about it, something evil in its depths. The yawning cavity gaped in his mind as though it were the mouth of the devil. The imagery was so irrational that he tried to erase it from his mind, but the vision would not go away. It clung like the vague memory of a repugnant nightmare.

    Two days later, at about eight in the morning, preparations were completed for the dive to retrieve Doc Miller's body from the sacred well. As Pitt stared down at the surface slime of the sinkhole, all his apprehension evaporated. The loathsome cavity still looked as menacing as when he had first encountered it, but he had survived its deadly surge, climbed its sheer walls. Now that he knew its hidden secrets, it no longer held any threat. The first hurried, pla

    True to his word, Gu

    A fifty-man contingent from Peru's elite special security unit was already in place when Gu

    "Wish I was going with you," said Sha

    He turned and smiled. "I can't imagine why. Retrieving a human body that's been decomposing in tropically heated soup is not what I call a fun experience."

    "Sorry, I didn't mean to sound cold-hearted." There was little expression of sorrow in her eyes. "I had the deepest admiration for Doc. But the archaeologist in me wants desperately to explore the bottom of the sacred pool."

    "Don't get your hopes up of finding a treasure in antiquities," Pitt consoled her. "You'd be disappointed. All I saw was an acre of silt with an old Spaniard growing out of it."

    "At least allow Miles to dive with you and make a photo record."

    "Why the rush?"