Chapters (72)
- TITLE PAGE
- COPYRIGHT PAGE
- DEDICATION
- CONTENTS
- PROLOGUE
- PART I
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- PART II
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- PART III
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- PART IV
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- CHAPTER 39
- CHAPTER 40
- CHAPTER 41
- PART V
- CHAPTER 42
- CHAPTER 43
- CHAPTER 44
- CHAPTER 45
- CHAPTER 46
- CHAPTER 47
- CHAPTER 48
- CHAPTER 49
- CHAPTER 50
- CHAPTER 51
- CHAPTER 52
- CHAPTER 53
- CHAPTER 54
- CHAPTER 55
- CHAPTER 56
- PART VI
- CHAPTER 57
- CHAPTER 58
- CHAPTER 59
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Silence ensued, which he knew was intentional. Gupta could be intolerable on occasion. But you tolerated the best in the business, which was why Gupta had been an essential part of his crew for fifteen years. Fifteen very long years when he considered moments like these. After about a half minute, Gupta gave in—like always.
“Do you want to know what I found?” asked Gupta.
“Not unless I need to pass it along to Berg,” said Farrington, giving him a dose of his own medicine.
A shorter silence this time.
“You’re getting harder to crack as you age,” said Gupta.
“And you’re getting more and more predictable.”
“More like a one-trick pony,” said Daly.
“I could always revive my gangsta phase,” said Gupta. “We’ll be chillin’ like villains for the rest of this op-er-ay-sheeun! Sippin’ on gin and juice!”
“Okay. Okay,” said Farrington. “You win. What did you find?”
“Push-to-talk satellite communications corresponding to the Dodge Durango at two points during their transit down Broad Street toward Whole Foods. Short but sustained radio frequency bursts around 1620 megahertz. A little frequency hopping between bursts, but well inside the Iridium satellite phone frequency range. I didn’t detect a back-and-forth conversation during the first set of bursts. There was a long enough pause between each burst to indicate I didn’t detect the responder’s emission.”
“In layman’s terms, please?”
“The other satellite phone user was not in our line of sight yet, like the Durango’s,” said Gupta.
“Yet,” stated Farrington.
“They joined in for the second set of bursts. Back-to-back radio frequency traffic in the same 1620 megahertz range,” said Gupta. “Which corresponded with the Durango’s little loop through the Whole Foods parking lot. My guess is they were talking to the Outback’s driver. There was another back-and-forth a few minutes after all three of the cars departed south on Broad Street, probably coordinating surveillance after Young turned home.”
“The Outback appeared out of nowhere,” said Farrington. “Especially in the context of the radio frequency analysis. It pulled in front of the Durango at some point after the first call and before they reached Whole Foods. I just don’t remember when.”
“I can tell you,” said Gupta. “I had our camera tracking the Durango the entire time. Give me a minute.”
Part of the Suburban’s retrofit had included the installation of two high-definition, 30X-zoom, controllable block cameras, one mounted to the ceiling next to the rearview mirror, flush with the windshield to prevent optical glare. The second was similarly mounted against the rear cargo hatch window. It didn’t take Gupta long to locate the segment of video.
“Looks like the driver of the Outback is staying at the Hilton Garden Inn on Broad Street,” said Gupta. “He pulled out right in front of the Durango. It’s coming up on the left if you want to take a quick look for the other vehicles.”