Olivia got her camera out and took pictures of the rescue. She sighed.
"Thank you, Itay Friedman," she whispered.
The news reported the incident.
But like any event that the military took an interest in, there usually were elements of a cover-up. Olivia expected it. She was lounging in her room after eating dinner with the rest of the team.
Peter had recovered from his symptoms, but Anabia Nassif was still observing him. And they had drinks afterward in the opulent bar on the ship. Frank Miller had promptly gone out of sight, only to reappear with a small folder which he gave to Olivia.
"For your interest," he said cryptically.
Olivia had dropped the folder on the dresser when she came into her room. She had another bath. And a few drinks which Peter Williams had allowed, "giving the circumstances."
She had also made a long-distance call on Miller's phone. Tom had sounded ecstatic. His voice was so close as though he was beside her.
"Hey, you know, we all miss you down here. Rob Cohen had been hounding me," Tom said. "Could you maybe give him a call first thing when you get a chance? I want him off my case."
Olivia laughed; she had then sent an email to her boss, one to which Cohen had replied immediately.
"Resume tomorrow."
"I'll think about it," she had replied.
The reporter on the news was saying that late in the evening, the Argentine coast guard went to work, eleven sailors were rescued out of a crew of twenty-one. And the body of the admiral — Anton Huebner had been his name. Olivia cocked her head.
"That name again," she mumbled. "And the time of rescue? This evening?"
The helicopter that came to rescue the sailors earlier wasn't the Argentine Navy?
She ambled to pick the plastic bag containing her notes when she saw the folder Miller had given her earlier. She opened it and saw two pieces of faxed documents.
One was the picture of a man, Admiral Anton Huebner, high forehead, straight nose, and pale blue eyes. The accompanying document explained that Anton Huebner was the father of John Huebner, the arms dealer.
The Huebner of the Nazi secret lab is the father of the admiral?
"Wow."
Back on the news, the reporter said they have not found the remains of the admiral yet.
Olivia looked at the picture again. "Where are you hiding now, Anton Huebner?" she murmured.