The Bricklayer - Boyd Noah - Страница 13
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“So when you turned down a pass from OPR if you’d give up the ASAC, you weren’t just being loyal?”
Vail turned to Kate. “I suppose Kent Wilson is an SAC somewhere by now.”
“San Diego.”
“Ah. At least they sent him to someplace with bad weather.” He turned back to the director. “Let’s just say I had other priorities.”
“Like not letting a cop killer go free?”
Vail looked surprised, and Kate felt a small twinge of pleasure at uncovering something about Vail that he apparently hadn’t wanted revealed. “I assumed that this command performance would be for some sort of more immediate problem.”
“Sorry. Around here, constantly checking motives is necessary for survival. In that vein—while I know it’s not necessary to say this to you—I have to ask that what you’re about to hear not leave the room.” Vail nodded. “You’ve heard about the ‘Enemies of the FBI’ murders.”
“As much as I try to avoid the news, it’d be hard not to.”
“Then I’m sure you know that a group calling itself the Rubaco Pentad is claiming credit for the killings. While they appear to be some sort of domestic terrorism group on a crusade, they have actually made large monetary demands to stop the murders.”
“Who were they demanding it from?”
“The FBI.”
“Not lacking confidence, are they? And you’re not letting the public know about it because…”
“One of their demands is that if we do, they’ll kill another prominent person. It’s an ingenious tactic. Since we can’t reveal their motives, it looks like we’re the ones with the hidden agenda, as if it’s just a matter of time before some vast governmental conspiracy is exposed. We’re really handcuffed.”
“I could see how you would be,” Vail said. “Since I’m here, I assume things didn’t go well at the drop.”
“They turned it into a deadly obstacle course. It seemed like they didn’t really want us to deliver the money. The agent making the delivery was shot to death.”
“I assume the entire million wasn’t in the money package?”
“Just a thousand dollars, and they left that at the scene.”
“A warning that they’d be back,” Vail said.
“Yes, it certainly was.”
“Any decent leads come out of it?”
The director said, “Don, you’ve been handling that.”
Kaulcrick said, “There was some scuba equipment used we’re trying to trace, but it’s almost impossible. And the prison was on a secure naval base, so we’re in the process of finding out who’s had access to it the last couple of months. It’s literally thousands of people, so it could take forever.”
“Sounds like somebody knows how to get you to burn manpower.”
“Are you suggesting it’s a waste of time?” Kaulcrick asked.
“Not at all. You never know what lead is going to be productive. But it sounds like they picked the base because the bigger and more complicated the location, the more time it takes to investigate. It seems that their major weapon is distraction. Leads like that need a lot of manpower but tend to never go anywhere.”
“There’s no question they know how to manipulate the investigation,” Lasker said.
“So what happened at the second drop?” Vail said.
“Who said anything about a second drop?” Kaulcrick asked abruptly, glancing at Kate.
“The second and third murders did,” Vail said. “Don, I’m here because I’m on your side.”
“I have to apologize for everyone, Steve,” Lasker said. “I’ve been so insistent that this not leak out, everyone has become paranoid about it. You’ve given your word and that’s certainly good enough. What I’m about to tell you is even more sensitive.” He then described the second demand letter along with its instruction for Bertok’s role in the delivery of money. He detailed the route and the Bureau’s inability to follow at an effective distance, and finally the disappearance of the agent and the two million dollars.
“So you want me to find Bertok.”
“Yes. And should you recover the money, we wouldn’t object.”
“It couldn’t have been an easy decision letting the full two million drive away.”
“When you got the press holding you hostage twenty-four hours a day with the possibility of not stopping the next murder, it was a surprisingly easy call.”
Vail became lost in thought. Kate waited a few seconds and then said, “I’m sure you’ve got a million questions.”
“Nothing I need to waste everyone’s time with right now. You haven’t got the next demand letter yet, have you?”
“Not yet,” Lasker said.
“Chances are the price will be going up. Do you think the delivery will be as difficult?”
“We hope not,” the director said. “But I wouldn’t bet on it.”
Kaulcrick said, “We were hoping to identify them first.”
“Any promising leads?”
Neither Kate nor Kaulcrick answered. Finally Lasker said, “Not really.”
“That’s too bad, but I guess it won’t affect me finding Bertok, which, by the way, is not going to be easy.”
Everyone was silent for a few seconds before the director said, “Actually the two problems may overlap. All three victims, and the agent at the drop, were killed with the same gun, a Glock model 22. That’s the same model Bertok carried.”
“There are thousands of those guns out there,” Vail said. “Why would you think he could be involved?”
“Well, he was designated by name to make the drop, and whoever is doing this has a good knowledge of extortions, which Bertok worked. Plus he did disappear along with the money. I certainly hope he’s not involved, but to be perfectly honest, we don’t know.”
“If it’s him, why this last murder?”
Kaulcrick said, “In theory, he could be looking down the road for a defense. Why would he kill again if he already had the money? He’s in law enforcement. He’s used to seeing people getting caught when they thought they couldn’t be. It’s cheap insurance. Three murders or four, they can only give him the needle once.”
“I guess it’s possible, although that would take someone who is extremely cold—but I suppose two million dollars can get you to a lot of warm places,” Vail said.
Lasker said, “So, Steve, will you help us?”
“If I agree, I have a couple of conditions.”
“I’m certain we can work them out.” The director opened a drawer, took out a black case with a gold FBI shield pinned to the outside, and slid it across the desk.
Vail opened the credentials and looked at his photo, which had been taken during new agents’ training. “It’s hard to believe I was ever that…on board.” He closed the case and put it in his jacket pocket.
“Whether you find Bertok or not, I can make that permanent, with all the seniority, including the time you’ve been out of government service.”
“I appreciate the offer, but it may be premature. I’m not here to find out if I can now be a good soldier. I know I can’t. What you want me to do is difficult, which means, because of the methods I may find necessary, it’s likely just a matter of time until you’ll regret bringing me into this.”
“Right now that’s a chance I’m willing to take.”
Vail smiled. “That’s exactly what my last ASAC said to me.”
The director forced a short laugh. “Okay, but if you don’t want your job back, we’ll have to pay you something. How about a percentage of any money recovered, or a flat amount for finding Bertok?”
“Which brings us back to the conditions. Two items. First, I’m sure at some point I’ll have to get assistance from FBI field offices. Unless SACs have changed, they’re not going to like taking orders from some imported street hump. So I’m going to need someone with enough capital letters in front of his—or her—name to make those guys nervous.”
“Like Deputy Assistant Director Bannon?” Lasker said.
Vail looked at her. “How about it, Kate, think you can make the right men tremble?”
She felt herself starting to blush, but extinguished it with a sarcastic smirk. “Looks like I’m going to be the one taking orders from some imported street hump.”
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