Dirk.Pitt.Adv.12.Inca.Gold.1994 by Cussler Clive

Author:Cussler, Clive [Cussler, Clive]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0100-12-31T22:00:00+00:00

"What she really means," Giordino sighed as he set the ice chest on the grass, "is we loaded up on enough food to feed a crew of lumberjacks."

Pitt rolled forward out of the lawn chair and stared at a sentence printed across Giordino's shirt. "What does that say about Alkali Sam's Tequila?"

"If your eyes are still open," Giordino recited, "it ain't Alkali Sam's."

Pitt laughed and pointed toward the open door of the sixty-two-year-old house trailer. "Why don't we step into my mobile palace and get out of the sun?"

Giordino hoisted the ice chest, carried it inside, and set it on a kitchen counter. Loren followed and began spreading the contents of the picnic basket across the table of a booth that could be made into a bed. "For something built during the Depression," she said, gazing at the wooden interior with leaded glass windows in the cupboards, "it looks surprisingly modern."

"Pierce Arrow was ahead of its time," Pitt explained. "They went into the travel trailer business to supplement dwindling profits from the sales of their cars. After two years, they quit. The Depression killed them. They manufactured three models, one longer and one shorter than this one. Except for updating the stove and the refrigerator, I restored it to original condition."

"I've got Corona, Coors, or Cheurlin," said Giordino. "Name your poison."

"What kind of beer is Cheurlin?" asked Loren.

"Domaine Cheurlin Extra Dry is a brand name for a bubbly. I bought it in Elephant Butte."

"A champagne from where?"

"New Mexico," Pitt answered. "An excellent sparkling wine. Al and I stumbled onto the winery during a canoe trip down the Rio Grande."

"Okay." Loren smiled, holding up a flute-stemmed glass. "Fill it up."

Pitt smiled and nodded at the glass. "You cheated. You came prepared."

"I've hung around you long enough to know your solemn secret." She fetched a second glass and passed it to him. "For a price I won't tell the world the big, dauntless daredevil of the dismal depths prefers champagne over beer."

"I drink them both," Pitt protested.

"If she tells the boys down at the local saloon," said Giordino in a serious tone, "you'll be laughed out of town."

"What is it going to cost me?" Pitt asked, acting subdued.

Loren gave him a very sexy look indeed. "We'll negotiate that little matter later tonight."

Giordino nodded at the open Sea of Cortez boating book. "Find any likely prospects?"

"Out of nearly a hundred islands in and around the Gulf that rise at least fifty meters above the sea, I've narrowed it down to two probables and four possibles. The rest don't fit the geological pattern."

"All in the northern end?"

Pitt nodded. "I didn't consider any below the twenty-eighth parallel."

"Can I see where you're going to search?" asked Loren, as she laid out a variety of cold cuts, cheeses, smoked fish, a loaf of sourdough bread, coleslaw, and down-home potato salad.

Pitt walked to a closet, pulled out a long roll of paper and spread it on the kitchen counter. "An enhanced picture of the Gulf. I've circled the islands that come closest to matching Yaeger's translation of the quipu.

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