And he was probing for his story.”
“Tell me more about these standards,” Marino said.
“Exactly what is the shipyard supposed to abide by?”
“I’ll give you an example. If Jacksonville wants the Saratoga or some other aircraft carrier, then NAVSEA makes certain that any work done to it meets the Navy’s standards.”
“Like in what way?”
“For example, the city has to have the five million it will take to fix it up, and the two million for maintenance each year. And the water in the harbor must be at least thirty feet deep. On the other hand, where the ship is moored, someone from NAVSEA, probably a civilian, is going to appear about once a month and inspect the work being done to the vessel.”
“And this has been happening at the Inactive Ship Yard?” I asked.
“Well, right now, we’re not sure of the civilian doing it.” The general looked straight at me.
Then it was Wesley who spoke, “That’s the problem.
There are civilians everywhere, some of them mercenaries who would buy or sell anything with absolute reckless disregard for national security. As you know, a civilian company runs the Inactive Yard. It inspects the ships being sold to cities or for salvage.”
“What about the submarine in there now, the Exploiter?” I asked. “The one I saw when I recovered Eddings’ body?”
“A Zulu V class ballistic missile sub. Ten torpedo tubes plus two missile tubes. It was made from 1955 to 1957,” General Sessions said. “Since the sixties, all subs built in the U.S. are nuclear-powered.”
“So the sub we’re talking about is old,” Marino said.
“It’s not nuclear.”
The general replied, “It couldn’t be nuclear-powered.
But you can put any type of warhead on a missile or torpedo you want.”
“Are you saying that the sub 1 dove near might be retrofitted to fire nuclear weapons?” I asked as this frightening specter just loomed bigger.
“Dr. Scarpetta,” said the general as he leaned closer to me, “we’re not assuming that sub has been retrofitted here in the United States. All that was needed was for it to be brought back up to speed and sent out to sea where it might be intercepted by a principality that should not have it.
Work could be done there. But what Iraq or Algeria cannot do for themselves on their own soil is produce weapons grade plutonium.”
“And where is that going to come from?” Marino asked.
It’s not like you can get that from a power plant. And if the terrorists think otherwise, then I guess we’re dealing with a bunch of redneck dumb shits.”
“it would be extremely hard, if not close to impossible, to get plutonium from Old Point,” I agreed.
“An anarchist like Joel Hand doesn’t think about how hard it might be,” Wesley said.
“And it is possible,” Sessions added. “For about two months after new fuel rods have been placed in a reactor, there is a window in which you can get plutonium.”
“How often are the rods replaced?” Marino asked.
“Old Point replaces one-third of them every fifteen months. That’s eighty assemblies, or about three atom bombs if you shut down the reactors and get the assemblies out during that two-month window.”
“Then Hand had to know the schedule,” I said.
“Oh, yes.” I I thought of the telephone records of CP&L executives that someone like Eddings might have illegally accessed.
“So someone was on the take,” I said.
“We think we know who. One high-ranking officer, really,” Sessions said. “Someone who had a lot of say in the decision to locate the CP&L field office on property adjacent to Hand’s farm.”
“A farm belonging to Joshua Hayes?”
. “Yes.” I
“Shit,” Marino said. “Hand had to be planning this for years, and he sure as hell was getting a lot of bucks from somewhere.”
“No question about either,” the general agreed. “Something like this would have to be planned for years, and someone was paying for it.”
“You need to remember that for a fanatic like Hand,” Wesley said, “what he is engaged in is a religious war of eternal significance. He can afford to be patient.”
“General Sessions,” I went on, “if the submarine we’re speaking of is destined for a distant port, might NAVSEA know that?”