Chapters (73)
- LINE Of CONTROL
- Acknowledgments
- PROLOGUE.
- CHAPTER ONE.
- CHAPTER TWO.
- CHAPTER THREE.
- CHAPTER FOUR.
- CHAPTER FIVE.
- CHAPTER SIX.
- CHAPTER SEVEN.
- CHAPTER EIGHT.
- CHAPTER NINE.
- CHAPTER TEN.
- CHAPTER ELEVEN.
- CHAPTER TWELVE.
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN.
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.
- CHAPTER NINETEEN.
- CHAPTER TWENTY.
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE.
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO.
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE.
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR.
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE.
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX.
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN.
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT.
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE.
- CHAPTER THIRTY.
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE.
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO.
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE.
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR.
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE.
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX.
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN.
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT.
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE.
- CHAPTER FORTY.
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE.
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO.
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE.
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR.
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE.
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX.
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN.
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT.
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE.
- CHAPTER FIFTY.
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE.
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO.
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE.
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR.
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE.
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX.
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN.
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT.
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE.
- CHAPTER SIXTY.
- CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE.
- CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO.
- CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE.
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR.
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE.
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX.
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN.
- CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT.
- CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE.
- CHAPTER SEVENTY.
"Meanwhile, I'd like you to have a quick look at the e-files I'm sending over. One's a report from the NSA about this morning's attack in Srinagar.
Another is Ron Friday's very thin dossier."
"All right," Hood said.
Herbert hung up and wheeled himself down the corridor to Hood's office.
As Herbert was enroute he got a call from Matt Stoll.
"Make it quick," Herbert said.
"I was just reviewing the latest number grabs from the Bellhop," Stoll told him.
"That telephone number we've been watching, the field phone in Srinagar?
It's making very strange calls."
"What do you mean?" Herbert said.
"The field phone keeps calling the home phone in Jammu, the police station," Stoll said.
"But the calls last for only one second."
"That's it?"
"That's it," Stoll told him.
"We read a connect, a one second gap, then a disconnect."
"Is it happening regularly?" Herbert asked.
"There's been a blip every minute since four p. m. local time, six thirty A. M. our time," Stoll told him.
"That's over four hours," Herbert said.
"Short, regular pulses over a long period. Sounds like a tracking beacon."
"It could be that," Stoll agreed, "or it could mean that someone hit the auto redial button by accident. Voice mail answers non emergency calls at the police station. The field phone may have been programmed to read that as a disconnect so it hangs up and rings the number again." "That doesn't sound likely." Herbert said.
"Is there any way to tell if the field phone is moving?"
"Not directly," Stoll said.
"What about indirectly?" Herbert asked as he reached Paul Hood's office.
The door was open and he knocked on the jamb. Hood was studying his computer monitor. He motioned Herbert in.
"If the phone calls are a beacon, then the police in Kashmir are almost certainly following them, probably by ground based triangulation," Stoll told Herbert.
"All of that would be run through their computers. It will take some time but we can try breaking into the system."
"Do it," Herbert said.
"Sure," Stoll said.
"But why don't we just call over and ask them what's going on? Aren't they our allies? Aren't we supposed to be running this operation with them?"
"Yes," Herbert replied.
"But if there's some way we can accomplish this without them knowing I'd be happier. The police are going to want to know why we're asking.
The Black Cats and selected government officials are the only ones who are supposed to know that Striker is coming over." "I see," Stoll said.
"Okay. We'll try hacking them." "Thanks," Herbert said and hung up as he wheeled into Hood's office. He locked his brakes and shut the door behind him.
"Busy morning?" Hood asked.
"Not until some lunatic decided to set off fireworks in Srinagar,"
Herbert replied.
Hood nodded.