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the Atlantic coast into the Caribbean, through the Yucatan Strait, and when it was within sight of Cuba, it sank. By accident or design.''
"Is this all true? This isn't just some government disinformation you're feeding me?"
"I can't tell you why the Russian sub was in Canada, nor why it sank in the Caribbean. But that's the way it was, or damned close. When we get to Washington, we'll find out." He took her icy hand and held it. "If anyone has a right to know what's going on, you do."
Was that the answer she'd been looking fora Russian submarine? She thought of all the interviews she'd endured, the eager faces of her advocates, the long, lined face of Pierre Grau. We were all quite sure who the enemy was.
Her hand felt warm now, cradled in his. Even though John Morgan might well be her enemy, she felt more comforted than she had in many days.

 
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