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his slaughter of his wife’s many suitors,” Conrad said. “I aligned clues about star and sun positions from Homer’s ancient Greek epic poem The Odyssey and contemporary German and British captain’s logs to pinpoint the location of the Nausicaa when it sank.”
    Packard frowned. “The same astrological mumbo-jumbo the Alignment swears by?”
    “Not quite,” Conrad said. “According to Homer, the goddess Calypso had bidden Odysseus ‘to keep the Bear on his left-hand side’ until he reached this island of Corfu. I let Ursa Major be my guide.”
    Packard, satisfied yet again that Conrad was the right man for this job, said, “So you knew the Flammenschwert was on board the sub?”
    Conrad shook his head. “All I knew was that the sub was returning from Antarctica. I was hoping it was carrying some relic from Atlantis.”
    “From the pit of hell, for all it matters,” Packard said. “This Flammenschwert is a game-changer. The world is seventy-five percent water. Whoever rules the waves rules the world. You’ve got to stop Midas from using this thing or, worse, figuring out how to make more of them.”
    “How do I do that?”
    “Just throw yourself in his face,” Packard said. “I told you. Midas thinks you’re dead. Maybe the sight of you will prompt him to double-check something with regard to the Flammenschwert . Now that we’re monitoring him with every conceivable electronic surveillance on sea, land, and sky, we might catch him before it’s too late.”
    “And what do I get?” Conrad demanded. “Just because I can’t be bought doesn’t mean I wouldn’t enjoy some spoils of war.”
    “You didn’t get enough from Uncle Sam for those two Masonic globes you dug up under the monuments in D.C.?”
    Packard was referring to Conrad’s last adventure with Serena Serghetti, which began at his father’s funeral in Arlington Cemetery. Conrad had discovered that his father’s tombstone was encoded with Masonic symbols and astrological data. It was yet another riddle wrapped in an enigma for Conrad to solve and Packard to go ballistic over. That tombstone turned out to be the key to a centuries-old warning built in to the very design of Washington, D.C. In the deadly race to decode that warning, Conrad and Serena had discovered two Templar globes of murky origins that America’s first president, George Washington, had buried beneath the capital city—one terrestrial and one celestial.
    It was the document inside the terrestrial globe that exposed the Alignment’s plot to destroy the American republic and ultimately led Serena to steal that globe and take it with her to Rome, leaving the Americans with only one of the Templar globes. Meanwhile, the suspicion at the Pentagon that the globes worked together in some mysterious way probably explained the glare now coming from Packard and his cigar.
    Conrad said, “The almighty American dollar isn’t what it used to be. I used up my reward from the globes to find the Nausicaa . So, again, what do I get?”
    “How about answers to all your questions?” Packard said. “Atlantis. Your father. Your birth. Hell, maybe we’ll even get to the bottom of those globes.”
    “I’ve been to the bottom and back,” Conrad said. “I know more about those two globes than anybody.”
    “Enough to explain how you let one of them slip away to the Vatican with your old girlfriend?” Packard said, lifting his eyebrows and his glass of brandy.
    “I’m beginning to hate you as much as I did the Griffter, Packard.”
    “Then we’re all good.” Packard got up and ushered him to the door.
    Conrad said, “That’s it?”
    “Text me when you find something,” Packard said. “You’ve got my number. Just say the word and I’ll send in the Marines.”
    “Last time the Marines tried to kill me.”
    “For all our differences, Yeats, you and I are on the same side. We don’t buy any of this ‘post–American world’ bullshit the One-Worlders are here to