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〃And Kelly； Marks； Von Hummel and the rest？〃
〃They're all there… Hermit Limited reserved the entire sixth floor。〃 Kippmann rubbed his face unfortably。 〃Just what do you have in mind？〃
〃Rest easy。 Five minutes with Rondheim。 Then You can have him。 Kirsti Fyrie I keep。 Call her a little bonus from the N。I。A。 too。 Kippmann gave up pletely。 〃You win。 Now where are De Croix and Castile？〃
〃The obvious。〃 Pitt smiled at Kippmann and Lazard。
The most obvious place where any two men who passed their childhood near the Spanish Main would head。〃
〃God； you've hit it；〃 Lazard said almost bitterly。
〃The last stop on the schedule…The Pirates of the Caribbean。〃
Next to the cleverly engineered apparitions in the Disneyland Haunted House； The Pirates of the Caribbean is the most popular attraction in the world…famous park。 Constructed on two underground levels that occupy nearly two acres'。 the quarter…of…a…mile boat ride carries awed passengers through a maze of tunnels and vast rooms decorated as roving pirate ships and pillaged seaside towns； manned by almost a hundred lifelike figures that not only match the best of Madame Tussaud's； but who also sing； dance and loot。
Pitt was the last one up the entrance ramp to the landing where the attendants assist the paying customers into the boats at the start of the fifteen…minute excursion。 The fifty or sixty people waiting in line waved to Pitt and made smiling remarks about his costume as he made his way behind Kippmann and Lazard。 He waved back； wondering what the expressions on their faces would be if he were to suddenly whip off his wolf's mask and display his bandaged face。 He could see at least ten small children who would never again want the Three Little Pigs read at bedtime。
Lazard grasped the managing attendant by the arm。 〃Quickly。 you must stop the boats。〃
The attendant； a blond； lanky boy no more than twenty years of age； simply stood there in mute unprehension。
Lazard； obviously a man who disliked wasted conversation； moved hurriedly across the landing to the controls； disengaged the underwater traction chain that pulled the excursion boats； set the handbrake and turned to face the stunned boy again。
〃Two men； two men together； have they taken the ride？〃
〃Don't know for sure； sir。 There 。 。 。 there's been so many。 I can't recall them all…〃 Kippmann stepped in front of Lazard and showed the boy the photographs of Castile and De Croix。 〃Do you recognize these men？〃
The boy's eyes widened。 〃Yes； sir； now I remember。〃 Then a frown spread across his youthful face。
〃But they weren't alone。 There were two other men with them。〃
〃Four！〃 Kippmann shouted； turning about thirty heads。 〃Are you sure？〃
〃Yes； sir。〃 The boy nodded his head violently。
〃I'm positive。 The boat holds eight people。 The first four seats held a man and woman with two kids。 The men in the photographs took the rear seats with two other men。〃
Pitt arrived just then； his breath ing in short pants； his hand clutching the handrail as he fought off the pain and exhaustion。 〃Was one of them a big guy with a bald head； hairy hands？ A…nd the other； red…faced with a huge mustache and shgulders like an ape？〃
The boy stared dumbly for a moment at Pitts disguise。 Then his expression took on a half smile 〃You hit them exactly。 A real pair。 Like tough…looking Mutt and Jeff characters。〃
Pitt turned to Kippmann and Lazard。 〃Gentlemen；〃 he said； his voice slightly muffled under the rubber wolf's head； 〃I think we've just missed our boat。〃
〃For God's sake！〃 Kippmann murmured in exasperation。 〃We can't just stand here。〃
〃No。〃 Lazard shook his head。 〃We can't do that。〃
He nodded at the boy。 〃Call extension 309。 Tell whoever answers that Lazard has relocated the missing party in The Pirates of the Caribbean。 Tell them it's a red situation…the hunters are in there too。〃 He turned back to Kippmann and Pitt。 〃The three of us can work along the catwalks and the backdrops until we reach them； and only hope we're not too late。〃
〃How many boats ago did they board？〃 Pitt asked the boy。
The dazed boy could only stammer。 〃I 。 。 。 〃Ten； maybe twelve。 They should be sitting about between the building and …〃
〃This way！〃 Lazard almost snapped the words。
He disappeared through a doorway at the end of the landing marked EMPLOYEES ONLY。
As they moved into the blackness that cloaked the mechanical workings of the pirates； the sound of voices from the passengers of the stalled boats could be beard murmuring throughout the cavernous amusement ride。
Castile and De Croix； as well as their assassins； Pitt reflected； could have little suspicion as to the delay； but even so； it didn't seem to matter： there was every possibility that Kelly's and Rondheim's scheme had already been carried out。 He fought off the ache in his chest and followed the squat； dim form of Kippmann past a storyland setting of five pirates burying a treasure chest。 The figures seemed so lifelike it was difficult for Pitt to believe they were only electronically controlled mannequins。 He was so engrossed in the simulated reality of the scene that he rammed into Kippmann； who had stopped abruptly。
〃Easy； easy；〃 Kippmann protested。
Lazard motioned to them to stay where they were as he moved catlike along a narrow corridor and leaned over the railing of a workman's gallery running over the canal that supported the boats。 Then he waved Pitt and Kippmann forward。
〃We got lucky for a change；〃 he said。 〃Take a look。〃 Pitt； his eyes not yet accustomed to the dark； stared below at a sight that never was…a wild fantasy night scene containing a band of at least thirty pirates burning and looting what seemed to be a replica of a miniature Port Royal or Panama City。 Flames were shooting out of several buildings。 while silhouettes of laughing buccaneers chased screaming make…believe girls around and around the back…lighted windows。
Boisterous singing was reverberating out of hidden speakers； giving the illusion that rape and pillage were merely good clean fun。
The canal the boats circuited through cut between the town buildings； lifting the viewers' eyes from a pair of pirates trying vainly to get a mule to pull a wagonload of their loot on the left to a trio of their shipmates drinking on a pile of wildly swaying wine barrels on the right。 But it was the center of the canal that drew Pitts attention。 There in a boat almost directly under a bridge that ran over the water were Castile and De C…roix； happily pointing out details of the wondrous scene like two schoolboys playing hookey at a Friday matinee。 And； sitting ominously like disinterested statues on the seat directly in back of the South American Presidents； Pitt could make out the two men who had held his arms while Rondheim bad battered him to a pulp only two days before in Reykjavik。
Pitt glanced at the luminous dial of the orange faced Doxa watch on his wrist。 Stan an hour and twenty minutes before Kelly's countdown。 Too early； far too early； yet there were two of Rondheim's killers sitting not three feet from their intended victims。 A very large Piece was missing from the pu