Kendry paused, and Perelman waited with hope that this signified the close.
“And so, to conclude—”
Thank you, Lord, Perelman thought.
“—as you can see, we were able to retrace the route that these feet took on their journey from the dumping point to Captiva. We zeroed in on this area, here.”
An image came up of an elongated dotted oval drawn not in the gulf, but in the Caribbean Sea.
“‘To unpathed waters, undreamed shores,’” Perelman murmured.
“You’ve got a quote for every occasion, don’t you, Chief?”
“I certainly do.”
“He never runs out,” said Towne.
Kendry went on. “This target area is located about two hundred miles due west of the Cayman Islands—an area of approximately six hundred square miles.”
“Thank you, Dr. Kendry,” said Baugh, resuming the podium as the lights came back up. “Our investigation has proceeded using Dr. Kendry’s analysis. Fortunately, the dotted area you see on the map lies outside the major shipping lanes. Which isn’t surprising, since one wouldn’t expect a ship dumping cargo of this sort to choose a well-traveled area. Using transponder AIS data, we’ve determined that four vessels passed through this area during the time frame in question: twenty-eight days, plus or minus three. We’ve also examined satellite imagery of the area and determined there were two other, smaller vessels in the area at the time not using AIS. We’ve managed to identify all six vessels.”
Towne leaned over and murmured, “Seems like the commander has finally gotten his act together.”
As Perelman was about to speak, Towne said: “Please, Chief, not more poetry.”
Perelman frowned. “Philistine.”
“Four ships,” Baugh continued, “were large, internationally flagged carriers: the M/V Pearl Nori, a chemical tanker; the container ship Empire Carrier; the Everest, also a container ship; and the M/V First Sea Lord, an LNG tanker. The other two vessels in the area were local boats. The first was a pleasure yacht known as—” He paused, frowning. “Monkey Sea Monkey Do. The other was an eighty-six-foot stern trawler called F/V Irish Wake. Both hail from Gulf Coast ports.”
He paused and looked around, squinting. “And so, the next stage of the investigation includes, among other things, tracking down and interviewing the captains of those six ships.” His eye fell on Pendergast. “Ah, Agent Pendergast, I’m glad to see you after an absence. Interviewing these captains is a perfect job for the FBI. I’d like you and the agency to take charge of that.”
When Pendergast didn’t respond, or even acknowledge he had heard, Baugh said, voice raised: “Agent Pendergast? Hello?”
The FBI agent was still standing with his arms crossed. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, his face still obscured by the hat. After a moment he nodded curtly.
“Any luck with the NCAVC databases?”
“It would seem this case has no precedent.”
“And how is the investigation on the source of the shoes coming?”
“Very well, thank you. We have an agent in China.”
The “thank you” somehow managed to sound faintly insolent, but maybe, Perelman thought, it was just his imagination.
The commander then began to dole out other assignments, and it was at this point Pendergast chose to slip out of the room like a cat.
19
I HATE TO BE crude, but that looks like…looks like…” Gladstone stopped, unsure what comparison to make.
“Well, I love being crude,” said Lam. “It looks like an exploded merkin.”
Maybe he’s right, Gladstone thought as she stared at the big-screen image of the southern gulf. Thousands of squiggly black lines started at Turner Beach and then went off in every conceivable direction. “What a mess. It makes no sense.”
“Well, I’m still refining the program,” said Lam defensively.
“How much more did this cost us in CPU time?”
“Um, about two thousand dollars.”
“Good Christ. So what’s the problem?”
Lam shook his head. “Basically, most of the mathematical solutions are going into imaginary space.”
“Which means?”
“The drift analysis is producing impossible results. There just doesn’t seem to be a place anywhere out there in the wide ocean where you could drop a hundred-plus feet and have them wash up on Turner Beach the way they did. The place just doesn’t exist.”
“It has to exist.”
Lam shrugged.
“What about the garbage stinking up the back room?”
Lam pantomimed the act of vomiting. “Cataloged anything remotely identifiable. No smoking guns.”
“What about the analysis? Did you work that into the equations?”
“I did. Not all of it—just select pieces to give us a broad enough sample. Same impossible results.”
“But we know the feet did wash up!”
Lam sighed. “As I said, it’s impossible.”
“It can’t be impossible,” Gladstone said, feeling like tearing her hair out.
“Don’t yell at me!”
“I’m not yelling. I’m emphasizing.”
“Well, don’t emphasize at me! You know how sensitive I am.”
Gladstone rolled her eyes. “You need to figure out what’s wrong and rerun the analysis.”
“Okay. Fine with me. Each time I run it on the Q machine, it costs us five hundred bucks.”
Gladstone paused, thinking. A temporary silence filled the lab. And then she took out her cell phone and dialed, putting it on speaker so Lam could hear.
“May I speak with Agent Pendergast?” she asked when the call was answered.
“Speaking.”
“Gladstone here. I’m glad I reached you,” she said. “We’ve been working on the analysis you asked for.”
“And how is it going?”
“Um, well. Very well. We’ve prepared a full catalog of the debris that washed up, and we’re working on our mathematical models. We’re making great progress.”
Lam made a face.
“Delighted to hear it.”
“But the number crunching is getting expensive. We’re running up quite a bill with the Q machine at the university.”
“May I ask how much?”
“We’re a few thousand dollars into it, and we’re probably going to crack ten thousand before we get our answer.”
“You have my authorization to expend up to fifteen thousand.”
“Wow. Thank you, that’s great. Really great.” She paused. “There, um, is one other thing that would really help us refine our calculations. It’s kind of critical, to be honest.”
“And what might that be?”
“We need a foot. Two, actually. To accurately model drift behavior, along with several other variables.”
There was an extended silence. “How long would you require them?”
She glanced at Lam. He held up two hands, fingers spread.
“Ten hours.”
“I believe I can provide you with them—but it would be for half that long, at most, and I will need to be present at all times. Will that be acceptable?”