“Tell me first how you know about Valery?”
“I spoke with Dr. Baker at Woods Hole.”
“I remember that old busybody from Mozambique. She wanted to be everyone’s den mother. Figures she would talk.” Tish settled down and turned her deep blue eyes to Mercer. “What do you want to know?”
“Let me make some assumptions first. You know he was a geologist, not a marine biologist, and that he was in Mozambique for a vacation, right?”
“Yes. He swore me to secrecy about that, though. He told me he would be starting a new project soon and that his superiors had allowed him some time off before his reassignment.”
“Did he tell you who his father is?”
Tish was startled by Mercer’s unsettling question. “Not at first.”
“Did he mention that his father had faked his own death when Valery was a boy?”
“How do you know about that?”
Mercer wasn’t about to admit that he’d been guessing about Valery’s candor with Tish so he covered his relief with a gruff reply. “I can’t tell you that, just answer my questions.”
“Valery told me that his father had supposedly died in a lab explosion when he was still a baby. Then, about a month before we met, Valery’s father reentered his life, acting as if all those years had never passed.
“His father was also a brilliant geologist, like Val, and needed his son’s help on some secret government project. Valery both hated his father for vanishing and loved him for returning; he was hurting bad. He would cry some nights until I thought his heart would break. He was so alone and vulnerable.”
“What else did he tell you about his father or his upcoming project?”
“Not much, really. He said they would be working together, he and his father, and that he was excited and frightened.”
“Did he tell you he planned to leave Russia?”
Mercer’s question made Tish blanch. “How did you. .”
“Did he tell you?”
“Yes, but he couldn’t do it until the project with his father was completed.”
Mercer rubbed his knuckles into his eyes, trying to push away the sleep which threatened to overwhelm him. He poured another cup of strong coffee, this time omitting the Scotch.
“Tell me what really happened the night the Ocean Seeker exploded.”
Tish said, acting confused, “I already told you about it.”
Fury edged Mercer’s voice. “Let me put some things into perspective here, Tish, so you know where I’m coming from, okay?”
She had never experienced such naked anger in her life. Mercer’s voice, though not raised, drilled into her, forcing her back in her bar stool.
“Your boyfriend and his father are the architects of a plot that could tear apart the very fabric of our country. It started in May of 1954 when Pytor Borodin detonated a nuclear device, triggering a volcanic chain reaction that created a new metal whose value is incalculable. Since that time, he’s ruthlessly murdered everyone who came close to discovering his secret.
“Do you remember the list of ships that Dave Saulman sent me from Miami?” Tish looked like she was going to be ill as she nodded. “That is actually a list of Pytor Borodin’s victims. I hope you take note that the Ocean Seeker, the ship that blew up around you, headed that list. Borodin is also connected with a possible coup in Hawaii that could lead to race riots in every city in America.
“Valery Borodin and his father have masterminded a plot that could leave this country wallowing in economic and social chaos while the rest of the world prospers.” Mercer’s mouth was twisted into a disgusted rictus, but his eyes were slate hard. “I’m not some ultra-patriot who salutes every time I see a flag, but I don’t want to see our government brought to its knees either. You have a choice. Tell me what I need to know, or I call the FBI and you spend the next century or two in a penitentiary with a cellmate named Leather.”
Tish was sobbing now. Mercer wanted to take her into his arms, brush the tears away, and say he was sorry, but he couldn’t. He had to be cruel.
“This is fucking useless,” he said disgustedly, and reached for the portable phone lying on the bar.
“Wait,” Tish said meekly. “Please wait.”
Mercer poured a shot of brandy into a balloon snifter and placed it in front of Tish. She sniffed back her tears and sipped the amber liquor.
“What happened the night the Ocean Seeker was destroyed?” he repeated harshly.
“Around midnight a man came to my cabin. I’d never seen him before. He wasn’t part of the scientific team or a member of the crew.”
“A stowaway?”
“He must have been. He told me that Valery had sent him.”
Mercer interrupted again. “What was he — white, Oriental, black?”
“He was Oriental. Maybe thirty-five or forty years old, about your size but amazingly strong. He told me that I was in danger and had to go with him. I tried to question him, but he said there was no time, just tossed me over his shoulder and carried me up to the deck. There was an inflatable raft tied to the stern of the Seeker. He threw me in and jumped after me.
“About five minutes after he started rowing us away, the Seeker exploded. I swear I don’t remember anything after that. I think he knocked me out.”
“Then you never heard Russian or saw the design on the stack of the ship that rescued you?”
“That part I do remember. I must have come to as we were pulled aboard that freighter.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about this before?”
“I didn’t want anything to spoil Valery’s chances of escape, so I stayed quiet. You see, the group he was going to work for, the one headed by his father, was incredibly ruthless. He told me that everyone involved with the project was sworn to lifelong secrecy and anyone who tried to leave the group before Val’s father said they could would be hunted down and killed. He told me he knew his father would never let him leave. He was bound to the old man forever, he said. But he was still determined to get away. He said his father was completely insane and what they were working on could upset the balance of power all over the world. Valery told me before he left Mozambique that he would contact me just before he escaped. I assumed that this rescue was that contact.”
“That may be, but he’s made contact since then too.”
“When, how?” Tish asked, a trace of excitement creeping into her trembling voice.
“The telegram I received, the one I thought was from your father, must have been sent from him. Christ knows how he made the connection between us.” Mercer spoke slowly at first, but as ideas correlated in his brain, he talked faster. “I was suspicious about your rescue from the Ocean Seeker, it seemed too pat, but now it makes sense. Valery must have ordered an agent to board the ship and save your life when he learned that the Seeker was headed toward the volcano with you as a member of the research staff.”
Mercer stood silently behind the bar, both hands cupped around his coffee mug. His eyes had lost their focus as he stared beyond Tish at a Ken Marschall lithograph of the Hindenburg, just before she exploded over Lakehurst, New Jersey. It was one of the only pictures that Mercer had gotten around to hanging apart from those in his study.
“He plans to steal his father’s work when he leaves, doesn’t he? That’s why he just didn’t run away with you in Mozambique.”
“How did you figure that out?”
“It fits with his actions so far and with the brief description you gave of his psychological state. He would want to bring something of value with him so that he could provide for the two of you. At the same time, stealing his father’s work would fulfill his need for revenge against his father for abandoning him.”