Sea of Fire

Chapter Seventy-Eight

Herbert and his team were shuttled to Jelbart's office, where more reporters were waiting. The three sedans entered the building through an underground garage. They rode a freight elevator to Jelbart's floor. Loh had the feeling, for a moment, that she was on an aircraft carrier. She felt at home and in charge. It was nice. Herbert was such a dynamic character. He had taken command of this mission and not let go. At first Loh thought it was the same kind of male arrogance she had always encountered among soldiers and intelligence personnel. Then she discovered that ego and testosterone had nothing to do with it. Herbert took charge for one reason only.

He knew what he was doing.

There was something exciting and refreshing about that. For that reason alone she was sorry to see this brief operation end.

Upon reaching Jelbart's office, Loh contacted her patrol boat. It had remained at the site of the sinking. Lieutenant Kumar said he had wanted to secure the yacht before it was swept away by currents or evidence was degraded by the salt water. At the same time, he took the initiative and interrogated the individuals they pulled from the Coral Sea. Faced with the prospect of being taken to Singapore for questioning, Marcus Darling would probably choose to reveal a great deal about the operation. He also spoke expansively about his uncle's involvement in it. Hearing from Kumar, Loh wondered if Mr. Coffey might be wrong. It did not sound as though Jervis Darling would be in a position to bargain for leniency.

Loh told Kumar that she would be arriving early the next morning. Jelbart wanted to revisit the site with his own ship. He said he would ferry her out there. They would be leaving in about two hours. Loh would clean up and rest on the ship. She had something else she wanted to do before she left. She went to Jelbart's office to arrange it. Then she headed toward the elevator.

Herbert and Coffey had been on the phone with their superior in Washington. She walked past the conference room they were using. Herbert saw her go. He excused himself and went after her. The intelligence chief wheeled alongside the officer as she walked down the hall.

"Are you leaving now?" he asked.

"At ten o'clock," she told him. She pressed the elevator button.

"Jelbart sent out for coffee and doughnuts. Do you want to wait with us?"

"There is something else I must do," she replied.

"By yourself?"

She looked at him. "I would prefer to."

"Oh."

"But I was wondering about something," Loh went on. "I have three weeks' leave in two months. I have never been to America. I was thinking I might like to fly to Washington."

"That sounds like a very good idea," Herbert smiled. "I would love to show you around."

"I would like that," Loh smiled back.

"Just make sure to stay away from our deputy director, Mike Rodgers," Herbert said. "He'll send you on a mission."

Loh frowned. "I don't understand."

"You will," Herbert assured her. "I'll have to introduce you to Maria Corneja. She'll explain."

All of this was very confusing. But FNO Loh liked the idea of a world ripe for exploration. She also liked the fact that Bob Herbert seemed genuinely pleased by her suggestion. That surprised her. He had not seemed like a man who would enjoy leisure.

But then, you are not a woman who likes to socialize, she thought. Perhaps all it took was the right person.

The two parted with a long handshake. Herbert held her hand between both of his. They were strong hands, but gentle. She was glad Herbert had taken charge of this, though the good-bye could easily take far longer than expected. And she had something to do. Loh smiled warmly and left quickly.

"Monica!" Herbert called after her.

She turned. "Yes?"

"Thanks for everything," he said. "And I don't mean just the crisis management."

"You are welcome."

"Good luck with whatever you're off to do."

"Thank you," she said.

And then she went off to do it.