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Chapters (66)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraphs
  5. Contents
  6. Prologue
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Chapter 38
  45. Chapter 39
  46. Chapter 40
  47. Chapter 41
  48. Chapter 42
  49. Chapter 43
  50. Chapter 44
  51. Chapter 45
  52. Chapter 46
  53. Chapter 47
  54. Chapter 48
  55. Chapter 49
  56. Chapter 50
  57. Chapter 51
  58. Chapter 52
  59. Chapter 53
  60. Chapter 54
  61. Chapter 55
  62. Chapter 56
  63. The Boston Globe
  64. Also by Michael Palmer
  65. About the Author
  66. Copyright

Vaill ignored him. “We’re talking major conspiracy charges here,” he said. “Conspiracy to commit offense against the United States will get you five years and some hefty fines, but, material support to a known terrorist group, that’s another charge you’re facing and that could get you fifteen plus.”

“Not if someone dies,” McCall interjected.

Vaill nodded appreciatively. “Oh yeah, thanks. You’re right. If someone dies then you could be locked up for the rest of your life. But don’t worry. I’m sure you can get posted in the prison infirmary—at least until the guys realize they won’t let you handle any drugs. Then there’ll be no one to protect you.”

“This is crazy. I’m not a terrorist.”

“You are in your government’s eyes. Now, who’s your source?” Again, Lou said nothing. “You don’t have the right to remain silent,” Vaill went on. “You have the right to be charged for a very serious set of crimes. So I’ll ask again. Who is your source?”

“Think about your daughter,” McCall said.

Lou’s eyes sparked. Vaill was locked on him.

“Emily. That’s her name, right?” he said as if congratulating himself for remembering. “Look, Lou, do you think she wants her daddy put on trial as a terrorist? Doctor by day, mass murderer by night. What press.” He dramatized the headline in the stale air. “That’s a terrible thing for a kid to go through.”

“She’d be bullied something awful,” McCall chimed in. “I mean the worst.”

“Probably have to drop out of school.” Vaill’s turn.

“It would most likely ruin her life. You guys are close, right?”

“Keep my daughter out of this!” The back of Lou’s neck was on fire. This whole tact was a ploy, a charade, but it still stung like a swarm of hornets.

“You see, that’s the problem, Lou.” Vaill again. “She would be like collateral damage. There’s no keeping her out of it unless you start talking. Everybody you love, everybody you care about. They’re all going to be questioned. This business is at the head of the government’s to-do list—our list of priorities. We’re going to bring on more manpower to turn over every single stone in the life of every one of them. We’ll dig into their pasts as hard as we’re digging into yours.”

The agents continued with skill and teamwork.