Elizabeth Lowell - Death Echo

DAY ONE
MANHATTAN
9:00 A.M .

Y ou must believe me. St. Kilda Consulting is our best hope.

Ambassador James Steele pinched the bridge of his nose and wished he had never met the woman who now sat opposite his desk. Alara

Im no longer called that.

Steele blew out a hard breath and wheeled his chair back from his desk. Very few people on earth could make him uncomfortable. The woman no longer called Alara was one of them.

And one of the most dangerous.

Just as I no longer work for the government, Steele said.

We established that years ago. Alara smiled almost sadly. Her silver hair gleamed, hair that once had been as black as her eyes. In the shadow world, St. Kilda Consulting has made quite a reputation for itself. Trust is rare in any world. Even more so in the shadows.

Youre asking him to break that trust, Emma Cross said, speaking up for the first time in fifteen minutes.

Steele and Alara turned sharply toward Emma, telling her what shed already guessedthey had forgotten she was there.

All emotion faded from Alaras expression. It was replaced by the frightening intelligence that had made her a legend within the nameless, anonymously funded government agencies whose initials changed frequently but whose purpose never changed.

I came in soft, Alara said coolly, requesting, not threatening. I dont have time for games with disillusioned children. She looked at Steele. According to our intelligence, America could lose a major population center in less than seven days. We need St. Kilda to prevent that. We will have what we need.

Without looking away from Alara, Steele said, Emma, summarize the facts as they were presented to us.

Emmas light green eyes watched her boss for a moment. Then she began speaking quickly, without emotion. As given to us, no questions asked or qualifications offered. Ms. Alaras department or departments have been following various overseas entities. One of those entities is suspected

Known not suspected, Alara cut in.

of stealing and reselling yachts, Emma continued without pause. One of the stolen yachts was specially modified to hold contrabandchemical, biological, and/or radioactive. Motives, whether the actors are state or nonstate, werent part of Alaras presentation, which will make finding and stopping who or whatever is the enemy before time runs out just this side of impossible. She looked at Alara. No surprise the bureaucrats and politicians want to dump this steaming pile on St. Kildas doorstep.

Steele almost smiled. Emma Cross had a pretty face and a bottom-line mind.

The excuse for said dumping, Emma continued, turning back to Steele, is that St. Kilda has an agent who has been investigating missing yachts for an international insurer. The yacht, Blackbird, which I have been tracing, is a dead ringer for the stolen, refitted, and purportedly dangerous yacht pursued by Alaras department. Or departments. The person, group, or entities responsible for theft of the nameless yacht werent identified. At all.

Alaras still-black eyebrows rose, but she said nothing about Emmas coolly mocking summary. The older woman simply sat in her crisp business suit and pumps, looking like an employee of a middle-management team, back when women were called secretaries rather than administrative assistants.

Satellite tracking and other intel confirm that a yacht believed to be Blackbird will be off-loaded from the container ship Shinhua Lotus at approximately fifteen hundred hours Pacific Coast time, Emma continued. According to St. Kildas investigation, an unknown transit captain will pick up the boat in Port of Seattle. We have no assurance that the yacht aboard the container ship is the same one that originally was loaded aboard the Lotus . We wont have that assurance until someone finds a way to get aboard either the container ship or the yacht. Im sure our would-be client has the resources to covertly conduct that search.

Had, Alara said. Past tense.

You have a leak, Emma said bluntly.

Always probable, Alara said. St. Kilda has carefully and repeatedly distanced itself from any traceable connection with any U.S. intel agency. The targets wont be looking for you. They sure as bloody hell are looking for us. We dont have anyone on the ground who isnt being followed.

Emma kept her mouth shut because she hated agreeing with the other woman. Nothing personal. Just past experience. The officers and agents she had worked with all over the world had been decent peopleat the lower levels. The further she went up the food chain, the less trustworthy the bosses became. Again, nothing personal. Just the Darwinian facts of survival in a highly politicized workplace whose rules changed with every headline.

Do you have anything else you can tell St. Kilda? Steele asked.

Not at the present time, Alara said.

Emma made a rude sound.

Steele didnt bother.

You arent required to help, Alara pointed out.

But it sure is hard to do business in the U.S. when everyone who works for St. Kilda is audited quarterly, Emma said, when St. Kilda personnel are stopped at the border, or their passports are jerked, or their drivers license is revoked, their spouse fired, and every business that approaches St. Kilda is warned not

Steele held up his hand.

Emma swallowed the rest of her rant and waited. Steele knew how harassment worked. Good old Uncles bureaucrats could hound St. Kilda to death. Literally.

Thats the price of living in a society you cant fit around a campfire, Alara said to Emma. Cooperation is required in reality if not in law. Ambassador Steele knows this. Why dont you?

Emma hoped her teeth werent leaving skid marks on her tongue. She really wanted to unload on the older woman.

Because Alara was right. Reality is a bitch, and she is always in heat, Alara said. When all else fails, you can count on that. She glanced at her watch. In or out?

Steele rolled his chair to face Emma. Youre off the hook on this one. Be prepared to brief another St. Kilda employee in less than an hour.

No, Emma said. Im in.

I dont want someone whose head isnt in the game, Alara said.

No worries. Emmas smile was thin as a knife. Ive learned to use my head, not my heart. Im in unless Steele says otherwise.

Youre in, Steele said.

Seven days, which began counting down at midnight, Alara said, coming to her feet. When the time is up, be prepared for panic and chaos. If were lucky, the deaths will be under ten thousand. She looked at Emma with cold black eyes. Be smarter than your mouth.

DAY ONE
SEATTLE
AFTERNOON

E mma Cross gripped the round chromed bars of the pitching Zodiacs radar bridge as it raced over the Puget Sound, twenty miles beyond Elliott Bay. St. Kilda Consulting had assured her that the boat driver was capable. But Joe Faroe hadnt mentioned that the dude called Josh didnt look old enough to drink.

Was I that young once?

Yeah, I must have been. Scary thought. You can make some shockingly dumb, entirely legal decisions at that age.

I sure did.

Josh must have, too. His eyes are a lot older than his body.

She had seen too many men like him while she worked as a case officer in places where local wars made headlines half a world away, innocents were blown to bloody rags, and nothing really changed.

Except her. Shed finally gotten out. Tribal wars had been burning along before she joined the CIA. The wars were still burning just fine without her. World without end, amen.

Until Alara had dropped into St. Kildas life.

She has to be wrong, Emma told herself. God knows it wouldnt be the first time intel was bad.

But if shes right

The thought sent a chill through Emma that had nothing do with the cold water just inches away.