Fire Ice

"We may not have days," Austin said. "Then I've got another idea that may help you. The files indicate that there is a master control somewhere other than on your mystery ship. Find that, and we can find your password."

Austin's head was swimming, as it did after any conversation with Yaeger. "Let me think about it. I'll get back to you."

Austin went back downstairs and shoved his racing scull into the water. Easing into the narrow craft, he warmed up for ten minutes under quarter pressure, gradually working his rate to twenty-eight strokes a minute, his eyes glued to the dial of the StrokeCoach over his toes. The strokes merged with an unbroken rhythm that sent the light shell scudding smoothly over the river's misty surface like flowing quicksilver.

Austin rowed without gloves so he could feel the river with each dip of the oars. He wanted to sweat out the white-hot anger he felt over the Sea Hunter so that the heat would not consume him. He slipped into a meditative state and felt his rage ebb, although it didn't go away entirely. After rowing for a time, he turned in a wide circle and headed back. Before long, the scull was gliding up to the ramp of the boathouse. He threw his sweaty clothes in a hamper, took a long shower and shaved, and dressed in a tan sports jacket, navy blue polo shirt and light slacks.

A sound sleep and an energetic row had given him perspective. He brushed aside the distractions that had been pulling his mind apart in a hundred different directions and concentrated on the prime force behind all he had experienced. Razov. He had to find Razov. Everything else would flow from there. He picked up the phone and called Rudi Gu

"Kurt, I was about to call you. Admiral Sandecker told me about your successful mission. Congratulations to you and Paul."

"Thanks, Rudi. Unfortunately, our job isn't over. Razov is the key to all this. I was wondering if you'd heard anything about his whereabouts."

"That's what I wanted to tell you. The Mad Russian has come up for air. He and his super yacht are expected momentarily in Boston."

"How'd you pick that up, through intelligence or satellites?"

"Neither one, actually. I saw it in the business section of the Washington Post. I'll read it to you:

Russian mining tycoon Mikhail Razov will arrive in Boston today to a

"Thoughtful of him to save us time and energy," Austin said.

"It doesn't fit with what I have heard about the gentleman. Wonder what he's really up to?"

"Why don't I go aboard and ask him?"

"You're serious?"

"Of course. It might do some good for him to know that we're onto him. Maybe we can shake the trees and see what falls out."

"Just as long as you're not standing under them."

Austin thought of Yaeger's suggestion about finding the master control center. A man like Razov would never let anything get far from his control. And his yacht was both his home and the headquarters of his worldwide corporation.

"We can't let an opportunity like this go by. I want to get aboard that yacht."

"We could fix you up with some NUMA credentials."

"That would be like waving a red flag in front of a bull. I have another idea. I'll get back to you."

Austin hung up and dug in his wallet for a business card. Then he dialed the New York number on it.

"Unbelievable Mysteries," the receptionist said.

He asked if Kaela Dorn had returned from assignments. "I believe so. May I say who's calling?"

Austin gave his name and braced for a breath of icy air. He was surprised at the warmth in Kaela's voice. "Good morning, Mr. Austin. You certainly get up early in the day."

"The early bird catches the worm, I've been told."

"Never did like worms," Kaela said. "What can I do for you?"

"First of all, tell me why you're being so friendly."

"Why shouldn't I be? You saved my life. Even better, you got me transportation back to Istanbul on Captain Kemal's boat."

"Which wasn't exactly the QE2, as I recall."

"Doesn't matter. On the way back, the captain told me about a wreck he knew of and took me there. It was big and old, and my guess is that it was originally measured in cubits."

"Noah's ark?"

"Who knows? Who cares? We got the story, plus bonuses. So thanks again, and I mean it with all sincerity when I say, what can I do for you, even though you still owe me a di

"How about Boston baked beans?"

"I was thinking more of rack of lamb at the Four Seasons."

"Anything you say. But I need your help first. There's a trade reception tonight aboard a yacht in Boston Harbor, and I need some press credentials."

"Is there a story here?"

"Eventually. But not now."

"Okay, but under one condition. I'm going with you. Before you say no, think about it."

Austin thought about Kaela's sultry beauty for a millisecond. "It's a deal. I'll catch a shuttle to Logan Airport." He suggested a meeting time and place.

After they hung up, Austin sat back in his chair and stared into space, a distant expression in the coral-blue eyes. Finding Razov's central control system might be the breakthrough he and NUMA needed, but there was another reason he wanted to get aboard the yacht. Boris.

31

BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS

KAELA DORN WAITED at Commonwealth Pier overlooking Boston Harbor and watched the parade of limousines drop off a steady stream of VIPs who quickly lined up to be transported to Razov's yacht. She stood near a line of television vans whose satellite dishes and ante

She turned her full attention toward the man, thinking that he looked like a husky version of – what was that singer's name?

"No," she said with a mixture of amusement and scorn. "Never?”

"I thought you'd forgiven me for missing our di

Kaela gave him a hard look, especially the broad shoulders. "Good Lord! I didn't recognize you."

"They don't call me the Man of a Thousand Faces for nothing," Austin said, with a devilish smile, He spread his arms wide, "Is this what the well-dressed tabloid TV journalist wears?"

Austin wore black slacks, matching T-shirt and sports jacket and seventies-era Ray-Ban sunglasses, even though it was night, and scuffed New Balance ru

"You look like a Hollywood undertaker," Kaela said, "I especially like the wild hairpiece." She squinted. "What did you do to your face?"

"Putty. A necessary evil in the age of face recognition technology."