28
NARROW THE TRAIL
NSA Headquarters.
“Uncle Bill,” Knuckles said with the timidity of a gerbil. “Well, we finally have the list of crew members of the Simbirsk. But the initial background checks don’t flag anything special.”
“Dammit! I was hoping we’d find somebody on board that sub that we could trace as having associations to a known terrorist organization or a government entity or . . . the Hitler Youth, or the Watergate scandal, something. You know, somebody whose a*s we could go kick.”
Knuckles looked at him, wishing he didn’t have to disappoint.
“Yeah, I know. But, in better news, I was just talking to Cade here. Tell him, Cade.
“They’ve got a hit on the DSV,” he said.
“Why didn’t you tell me? Where is it?” Bill said.
“He’s pulling it up on screen five. The Brits came up wi
