Chapters (35)
- Title page
- 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
Trudy nodded. “There’s a good chance that Ahmet is now dead. He was planted in Geneva, close to the President’s daughter, for at least the past year. He was put there to carry out a task, and once he carried it out successfully, he instantly became a liability. Unless he has another skill set we’re not aware of, or he’s a leader in the Islamic world, then to keep him alive is to take a risk. Half the intelligence assets on Earth are looking for him at this moment.”
“Okay,” Luke said.
“But let’s get back to the language skills,” Trudy said. “Excellent language skills, a good-looking kid, who according to all accounts, is a sharp dresser. What does this suggest to you?”
“I don’t know,” Ed Newsam said. “The camp?”
“Could be,” Trudy said. “The camp you raided, or one very much like it. It’s a long shot, for sure. But it’s all we’ve got. There is ample security footage of Ahmet, entering the club, inside the club, and in the alleyway outside the club. There’s security footage of him wandering around Geneva and the surrounding area for an entire year. It would make sense to match those images with the images that were taken from the camp, and see if anything comes up.”
Big Daddy cleared his throat. Of course. Big Daddy Cronin didn’t just hang around meetings.
“Hi, Bill,” Luke said without turning around.
“Hi, everybody,” Big Daddy said. “Thanks for inviting Monty and I to your little meeting. Of course we’ve already run the footage of Ahmet against images of students at the camp.”
“What did you get, Bill?” Don said.
“We got fourteen possible matches. Seven of those fourteen are better than the others. None are perfect.”
“You have to consider that the man named Ahmet may have had cosmetic surgery,” Trudy said.
Big Daddy nodded. “We have. But we’ve hit a dead end. The individuals in those photos are identified by codes—series of letters and numbers—not names.”
“Did you pass this intel up the line?” Don said.
Big Daddy didn’t answer the question.
“Bill?”
“I think you know the answer to that, Don.”
“Bill, I don’t think this is the time to withhold information so you can build your little intelligence fiefdom. There are bigger issues at play here.”