Kurt Austin 08 - Medusa by Clive Cussler

Author:Clive Cussler
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Espionage
ISBN: 9780425235096
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2009-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 23

The FBI's J. Edgar Hoover Building headquarters on Pennsylvania Avenue is the antithesis of the bucolic, tree-shaded campus at Quantico. The hulking, seven-story structure was made of poured concrete, in the Brutalist architectural style made popular in the 1960s. The Hoover became even more fortresslike after the terrorist attack of 9/11. Tours for the public came to an end, and barriers were put up around the first floor.

Caitlin Lyons had called ahead, easing Zavala's entry into the FBI's inner sanctum. There was the visitor's badge, and the pleasant guide, a serious young man this time, who miraculously managed to navigate the labyrinth of the corridors without having to resort to map or GPS.

The guide stopped in front of an unmarked door and knocked softly. A voice on the other side of the door said to come in. Zavala thanked the guide, and opened it.

Inside was an office slightly bigger than the gray metal table and chairs it contained. There was nothing on the walls except a black-and-white photo of the Great Wall of China.

A man sat behind the desk talking on the phone in Chinese. He waved Zavala to a chair, continued chatting a minute, then ended the conversation and set the receiver back in its cradle.

Popping up like a jack-in-the-box, he shook Zavala's hand as if trying to coax water from a reluctant pump, then settled back in his chair.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," he said. "I'm Charlie Yoo." He flashed a friendly smile. "Please, no jokes about the last name. I've heard enough ' Yoo-hoo' and 'How's by Yoo' around here to last a lifetime."

Yoo was a pencil-thin man in his mid-thirties. He wore a stylishly cut shiny gray suit with a cobalt blue shirt and blue-and-red striped tie, a sartorial style more in keeping with a cocktail hour at the Willard Hotel than the bowels of the FBI, where conservative navy blue suits were the norm. Yoo spoke English with a New York accent, the sentences coming like bursts of photon energy.

"Nice to meet you, Agent Yoo. I'm Caitlin's friend, Joe Zavala."

"The man from NUMA… great organization, Joe. Please call me Charlie. Caitlin's a fantastic woman and a terrific cop. She said you were looking into the Pyramid Triad."

"That's right. She thought you might be able to help."

Yoo sat back in his chair and tented his fingers.

"Excuse me for asking, Joe, but NUMA is an underwater outfit, from what I've heard. Why would a guy from NUMA be interested in Chinese organized crime?"

"We wouldn't be, ordinarily. But someone tried to sabotage a NUMA operation, and we have circumstantial evidence that the seafood subsidiary of Pyramid Trading may have been involved."

Yoo hiked his eyebrows like Groucho Marx.

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