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“Camp Maui?” Giordino asked

“Our little island paradise sandwiched between two big, ugly wrecks”

Giordino eyed the barge’s weathered housing structure and grease-stained decks “Not exactly my idea of paradise”

“Best we could do on short notice,” Cruz said with a laugh The husky engineer wore a constant grin beneath his thick beard, and his eyes crinkled with mirth “Come, let me take you on the Grand Tour”

Cruz showed them to their cabins, then reconvened in the ed tanker lined the walls, along with a large, hand-drawn rendition of the vessel Cruz pointed to a nautical chart of the Detroit River on the table that was marked with the trecks

“The Mayweather, carrying a full load of tar sands oil froht The Duluth, a ninety- upriver at speed and veered across sharply, striking the tanker amidships The Mayweather sank quickly, while the Duluth soround at Grosse Pointe”

“We took a spin by her before arriving here,” Pitt said “Looks like sos are ready to pull her off”

“That’s right She’s headed for a city dock downriver off Grosse Isle, where she’s to be impounded by the FBI”

“Why’s the FBI involved?” Giordino asked “The news accounts I saw called it an accident”

Cruz shook his head “It was no accident The Duluth’s captain and several creere killed in an explosion on the brid

ge just seconds before impact”

“We noticed the charred exterior,” Pitt said

“Morgue and forensics people were there all night, re the crew’s remains Reporters haven’t picked up on it yet The authorities are trying to keep a lid on it while the investigation gets under way”

“If it was a terrorist act,” Pitt said, “it was more effective than most Any suspects?”

“Not that I’ve heard, but I’h to contend with here”