away.â
âGuy in Buenos Aires,â said Sal. âWith the new refinery. Or the Texan.â
âYou want to make the call, Anne? Negotiate the numbers?â
âThatâs Martyâs job.â
âAll right,â he said. âIâll tell Marty, have him look around, see whoâs thirsty. Weâll have to off-load at sea.â
âStill, it should be easier to get rid of than that damn flaxseed oil.â
He paged through the printouts a moment more, then smiled at her.
âOkay,â he said. âThatâs the one. Excellent choice, Anne. The Rainmaker. Now, you know how itâs done. If something ever happens to me.â
Daniel smiled, but there was a shadow lurking in the depths of hisblue eyes as if heâd sensed already what no one else had, the gleaming missile on its downward arc.
âOh, come on,â Anne said. âThis is safer than waitressing. Restaurant work, thereâs a truly perilous career. Never know what dangerous characters youâre going to run across.â
Sal Gardino stood up, nodded his approval, and left.
âOne more year,â Daniel said when Sal was gone. âSix months if weâre lucky. Then we call it a day.â
âYouâre worried about something?â
âNot worried, no. Itâs just that my perspective on risk and danger has changed lately. Having someone I care about.â
âIf youâre really worried, we could stop now.â
âDo you want that, Anne?â
âWhat do you want?â
He looked at her for a moment, then turned back to the stack of papers.
âSix more months, weâll never have to dirty our hands again.â
âAnd then?â
âAnd then we can retire to this lovely spot.â
âLive in the jungle.â
âBuild your dream house, a tropical bungalow, whatever you want. Itâs perfect here. Wild parrots, fantastic fishing. Like the Keys, only more pristine. Not to mention excellent tax advantages.â
âLive here and do what?â
âYou know what.â
âI want to hear you say it.â
âAll right,â Daniel said. âRaise our children in the Garden of Eden, start over, get it right.â
âKeep them isolated? No cartoons, no computer games.â
âWeâd be great parents,â he said.
âWhat makes you think that?â
âBecause we love each other.â
âThatâs all it takes?â
âItâs a damn good start,â he said.
For the next ten days, they followed the shipâs progress on the laptop.
After taking on 840,000 barrels of North Slope crude, the Rainmaker departed from Berth 5 of the Alyeska Marine Terminal across the bay from Valdez, Alaska, on a blustery afternoon. All eleven of the Rainmaker âs tanks were full and she rode low and slow in the heavy seas of the northern Pacific. The ship was owned by TransOcean Shipping Lines, an American corporation based in San Francisco, although for tax purposes the Rainmaker was registered in Panama and flew the Panamanian flag of convenience. For the first few hundred miles the ship was battered by gales. She took eight days to steam down the coast of California and around the Baja Peninsula and across the eastern Pacific to the Panama Canal. For their purposes, the canal was an ideal choke point, funneling a huge percentage of the hemisphereâs traffic through a narrow band of sea.
When the tanker passed through the Miraflores Lock on the Pacific side at four-thirty in the afternoon, the shipâs image was captured by a Web camera and a few seconds later the image was broadcast on the Internet Web site operated by the Panama Canal Authority. The Web camera was updated every few seconds and showed the constant stream of ships through the first Pacific lock. Sal monitored the Web site to double-check the data coming from the FROM system.
âHeaded our way,â Sal said. âRight on
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations