“What do you think?” Max asked.
“I think we’re going to Natchez,” Juan replied.
“We might as well get dressed for dinner.”
The men hadn’t bothered packing suits, so they made due with fresh shirts and the sports jackets they’d been wearing. By the time they emerged from their cabin, the gangway was being levered into its position along the ship’s flank. An old-fashioned steam whistle—or at least an electronic version of one—signaled that the stern-wheeler was about to get under way.
While many passengers lined the upper rails or stood on their balconies to wave good-bye to Vicksburg, Cabrillo and Hanley scoured the Natchez Belle for Tamara or the Argentine hit squad. They found neither.
Both men felt a sense of relief. When the Argentines came, as they no doubt would, it wouldn’t be until they reached their next destination. By then, Tamara Wright would understand the danger she was in, and they’d be able to sneak her off the ship. Cabrillo had already worked out a plan for that.
They sauntered up to the main-deck bar again, where most passengers were enjoying another predinner drink and listening to the house jazz band. A concert by legendary jazz pianist Lionel Couture was scheduled for after the meal.
Max suddenly slapped Juan’s chest with the back of his hand and pointed. “I think I’m in love.”
Most of the people they’d seen were older couples out blowing their children’s inheritances, so Cabrillo didn’t understand what his friend could be talking about. He didn’t think it was the mustached bartender wearing the white suit. At least, he hoped it wasn’t. The bartender shifted position, and Juan had a clear view of the woman sitting on the opposite side.
He got it now.
“That’s her, isn’t it?” he asked.
“Notice the necklace. Just like Perlmutter said.”
Tamara Wright had to have been a ravishing beauty in her day, and, in her mid-fifties, she was still a striking woman. She had unlined café au lait skin and shoulder-length hair that was as shiny black as a raven’s wing. She was smiling at something the bartender said, showing a mouthful of the whitest teeth Juan had ever seen. She wore a patterned spaghetti-strap dress that showed off her toned arms.
He had pictured a cloistered academic when St. Julian first mentioned her and he was delighted to admit how wrong he was.
Juan had to stretch his pace to keep up with Max’s bull-in-a-china-shop charge to get to her.
“Dr. Wright,” Max said with as much gallantry as he could muster. “My name is Max Hanley.”
A puzzled but pleased look set her smile at just the right angle. “I’m sorry. Do we know each other?”
Before Max could start in on what could prove to be a lengthy assault on her virtue, Juan stepped in. “No, ma’am. You don’t know us, but we’re here because St. Julian Perlmutter said you’d be here.”
“You know St. Julian?”
“Yes, we do, and he said you’d have some insight into a Chinese Admiral that he, as much as it pains him to admit, doesn’t.”
Now she was really intrigued. “Who are you?”
“Cabrillo. My name is Juan Cabrillo, and a couple of days ago my associate here and I discovered writing at the bottom of something called the Pine Island Treasure Pit that had been put there by Admiral Tsai Song in 1498.”
Her mouth hung agape for a moment before she realized she was staring. She took a steadying sip of her white wine. Hanley and Cabrillo didn’t look like the types to play a practical joke. They looked deadly serious.
“It really is true?” Her voice was a wonder-filled whisper.
“Yes.” Max said, grinning that he was able to provide her with information she obviously relished.
“Wait,” she said suddenly. “Isn’t Pine Island where some privateer supposedly buried his treasure?”
“The reality is even more amazing than that legend,” Juan told her. He had already decided to get as much out of her as he could before telling her about the Argentine threat. He didn’t want to risk her becoming uncooperative. “Please, what can you tell us about Admiral Tsai?”
“The reason so little is known about him is that when he returned to China, a new Emperor was on the throne, one who didn’t believe his subjects should leave the Middle Kingdom, and he put Tsai and his crew to death so they couldn’t pollute the people with tales of the outside world. One of the men managed to escape, and it’s from him we know about the voyage.” She spoke with a real passion on the subject. And while Juan had asked the question, she was directing most of her attention to Max.
“Tell us about the ship they were forced to leave behind. Tsai wrote that his men were set upon by an evil but didn’t say what really happened.”
“Yes, that was the Silent Sea. Tsai was forced to sink her and kill all her crew because they had gone mad.”