Carmichael shook his head. “Bullshit. PD doesn’t have Gentry’s prints on file. None of the Ground Branch boys are in any domestic database. Only we have his prints.”

“I know that. The prints haven’t been analyzed yet.”

“Then how did the D.C. police—”

“Because Gentry wanted us to know it was him. He pressed his thumbprint onto a nightstand in the room where he left the bodies. Multiple times. Leaving clear prints in the shape of a six.”

Carmichael sat up straighter. “Sierra Six. Gentry’s call sign with the Goon Squad.”

“It was a message. ‘I’m back and I’m pissed. I want the Agency to know I’m here.’”

Carmichael sat back on the sofa and blew out a full chest of air. A chill ran down the back of his neck and into his shoulders. “Fucking brazen. He’s not going to skulk around then. I guess that means he won’t be running, either. What did he take from the Aryan Brotherhood?”

“According to survivors, he got a bag full of cash. No agreement on how much. The narcotics detective I spoke with guessed about ten grand, but that was just based on the size of the operation being run out of the house. PD recovered a lot of meth, apparently.”

“That’s it? Violator just took money?”

“None of the survivors copped to any more weapons than the half dozen or so found on the property, but that doesn’t mean anything. He could have walked out of there with a bazooka and they wouldn’t tell the cops, because that would mean they’d been keeping a bazooka in the house. The detective did find an empty ankle holster on one of the victims. It was sized for a subcompact pistol.”

Carmichael ran his fingers through his short hair. “Okay. Gentry’s in the wind with a mouse gun and enough money to finance a small op.”

Mayes asked, “What’s he after?”

Carmichael just looked into his coffee. “Revenge, I guess. I assume his next step is to make contact with known associates here in the area.”

“Well, we’re covered on that front. We’ve identified four possible contacts, people he used to work with in one capacity or another. We’ve put assets on them.”

“Just four?”

“Most everyone he worked with is dead. We’ve got everyone covered, all except you and me, because we’re here. Oh, and Zack Hightower, because he hasn’t been located yet.”

“What about Matt Hanley?”

“Right now I have four contract security officers watching Hanley’s house. When JSOC gets here I’ll put hard assets on him.”

“Good. Gentry will go to Hanley.”

Mayes hesitated a moment and said, “We need to get SAD involved in this. We can put twenty-five Ground Branch shooters in the mix with one call.”