"Don"t forget the tags on the van."
"I won"t." There was a pause and then Butler asked, "Do we have confirmation?"
Rapp looked down at the small leather duffel bag and grabbed both pa.s.sports. The photos matched the sketch Butler"s man had provided. "It"s him," Rapp said. "Nice work, George. We owe you big."
"Maybe you could get me one of those medals like Mike got yesterday."
Rapp laughed at Butler"s dry attempt at humor. "I"ll do one better. I"ll make sure you get knighted."
"That would be much better." Butler laughed. "I"ll talk to you in a few hours. Nice work."
"Thanks." Rapp pulled out the earpiece, took the small radio from his belt, and set it on the table in front of him.
Coleman looked at him and smiled. "Is there any feeling better than this?"
Rapp returned the smile. "Not in our line of work." The plane reached the end of the runway and didn"t even pause. It spun around, put its nose into the wind, and kept going, the two Rolls Royce turbofan engines propelling the plane forward like a rocket. Seconds later they were airborne and banking to port over the water. Rapp looked across at Coleman and said, "One down and two to go."
"Yeah. We"d better wake him up and see what he knows."
Rapp looked over his shoulder at the rear pressurized cargo door. "In a minute. I wanna go through this stuff first and then I should call Irene."
CHAPTER 69.
OAKTON, VIRGINIA.
THE bodies were dragged to a bas.e.m.e.nt closet and Ahmed sopped up the blood with some towels while Karim quickly searched the house to make sure they were alone and checked to make sure all the doors were locked. Then they set about researching their opponent. The internet was an amazing thing. Computers were spa.r.s.e where Karim had grown up and the internet was strictly forbidden. His spiritual leader, Imam bin Abdullah, had warned them all that the internet was Satan"s invention to corrupt the world. Ahmed, however, had spent much of his youth surfing the world wide web and knew his way around. They started out with the two newspapers that they found on the kitchen table. They were filled with propaganda about Mike Nash and his career. bodies were dragged to a bas.e.m.e.nt closet and Ahmed sopped up the blood with some towels while Karim quickly searched the house to make sure they were alone and checked to make sure all the doors were locked. Then they set about researching their opponent. The internet was an amazing thing. Computers were spa.r.s.e where Karim had grown up and the internet was strictly forbidden. His spiritual leader, Imam bin Abdullah, had warned them all that the internet was Satan"s invention to corrupt the world. Ahmed, however, had spent much of his youth surfing the world wide web and knew his way around. They started out with the two newspapers that they found on the kitchen table. They were filled with propaganda about Mike Nash and his career.
They settled in the Saudi"s opulent office. He had two computer screens on his desk and a bank of large flat-screen TVs on the far wall. There was not a single mention of them or the bodies in Iowa, but the TV and internet were abuzz with speculation. The two photos were everywhere. You couldn"t watch five minutes of a cable news program without their images being splashed across the screen. They were the lead story of every online newspaper Ahmed checked. They had already figured out Ahmed"s name and there was significant speculation that the other photo was none other than the Lion of al Qaeda. Karim had been alarmed at first, but now he saw the benefit.
He had successfully pushed Mike Nash off the front page. He was the story and they were only in the early stages of this match. After tonight, he would be the story for years to come. He would prove to the world the audacity and bravery of the Lion of al Qaeda. Hakim would be shamed and hunted to the far corners of the world. After tonight no one would believe his lies.
Ahmed showed him how they could access public records to get the information they needed. Karim was shocked what they could find out with just a name. Where people lived, how much they paid in property taxes, when they purchased their home and for how much, phone numbers, where they went to school, it was all there. There was no privacy. There was even an online encyclopedia that had a brand-new page devoted to Mike Nash. It gave his full bio. Where he was born, his athletic accomplishments, when he joined the Marine Corps, when he got married and to whom. It listed his four kids by name and age. Karim was dumbfounded that such things could be so easily unearthed.
They were able to pull up some clippings from local and school newspapers about the two oldest kids. The daughter, Shannon, had been in several plays and was part of a dance troupe that had won a big compet.i.tion, and the older son, Rory, was a football and lacrosse standout. They found two of the son"s team photos online. It was hard to say for sure, but from the shot he seemed to look a lot like his father. There was one good photo of the daughter that showed her performing during her school"s performance of Macbeth, Macbeth, and then they came across her Mys.p.a.ce page and hit the jackpot. American teenagers were very busy. Karim could not believe they would allow their daughter to do so much unsupervised. They had even better luck with the wife. There were a couple of photos in the paper where she had been standing in the background, but online they found more than a dozen shots. Her company"s website offered a full bio and headshot. A search of her name pulled up another half dozen society photos from various charities she"d been involved in. Ahmed printed everything they found and put it into a file for Karim to read. and then they came across her Mys.p.a.ce page and hit the jackpot. American teenagers were very busy. Karim could not believe they would allow their daughter to do so much unsupervised. They had even better luck with the wife. There were a couple of photos in the paper where she had been standing in the background, but online they found more than a dozen shots. Her company"s website offered a full bio and headshot. A search of her name pulled up another half dozen society photos from various charities she"d been involved in. Ahmed printed everything they found and put it into a file for Karim to read.
At five o"clock Karim gave Ahmed the first glimpse of what he wanted to do. The Moroccan didn"t ask a single question. He knew better. Part of the plan, the last part, if it worked perfectly, involved something Ahmed had already trained for. It was a contingency plan that Karim had put into place months ago. It was not difficult to prepare for. Not for a trained sniper like Ahmed. The first part of the plan was an entirely different story, though. Ahmed could tell by the pa.s.sion in Karim"s voice that he would not be dissuaded. He had seen him like this many times before and had seen what happened to anyone foolish enough to ask a question, or worse, point out a potential flaw. All he could do was pay attention, nod, and remind himself that it was not his place to doubt his commander. Doubt created hesitation and hesitation gave the enemy the advantage.
The briefing took nearly an hour. Maps were checked and rechecked. If they made it to the second part of the plan, they would use the radios on their phones to communicate. They checked their rifles and pistols to make sure they were in optimal working condition and then they composed the brief letter that Karim wanted sent to the media. It was short. Karim wanted it that way. He would not stoop to the level of the snake-tongued American president. He composed it with one eye on the American audience and the other on the Muslim world. It read: I am the Lion of al Qaeda. A son of Mohammad. I do not run. I stand and fight. I have killed your hero and sacrificed my life for Islam, knowing that an army of brave Muslim warriors will pick up my banner and fight in my place. Allahu Akbar! I am the Lion of al Qaeda. A son of Mohammad. I do not run. I stand and fight. I have killed your hero and sacrificed my life for Islam, knowing that an army of brave Muslim warriors will pick up my banner and fight in my place. Allahu Akbar!
Karim eyed the words and knew what they would produce. No amount of deceit from Hakim could undo this. He would be venerated in every Muslim home the world over. A modern-day Saladin. In death he would finally achieve the greatness he so richly deserved. There would never be enough time to fully prepare for this plan. Karim did not want to wait. Not even a day. Someone could return to this house at any moment. Every law enforcement expert on TV claimed they were on their way to either Mexico or Canada. A few thought that they might have fled farther West, but no one thought they had doubled back to Washington. The element of surprise was on their side, and this Nash would be so full of himself that he would never see it coming. Now was the time to strike. With everything prepared, they took a moment to pray together. Karim had never felt closer to his creator. Even in the fading light he could feel the warmth of Allah looking down on him. He was enveloped in pride and a righteousness of purpose. Karim knew he would not fail.
There were three vehicles in the garage in addition to the stolen pickup-a bright-red Ferrari, a silver Mercedes Maybach, and a black Suburban. It was not a difficult choice, although Karim at one point considered the benefits of the big silver sedan. In the end, though, one vehicle was clearly best suited for the job. They loaded their gear into the Suburban and then went upstairs to see what clothes they could find. Karim found a dark-gray suit in al Saeed"s gigantic closet. It fit reasonably well, although he had to cinch the belt a few notches. The black loafers fit nearly perfectly. Ahmed had a much harder time trying to find something that worked. He moved on to the other rooms and eventually found a blue sport coat that was a little short in the sleeves, but otherwise fit.
In the kitchen pantry they found a box of power bars and grabbed some water. Ahmed climbed behind the wheel and punched the address into the navigation system. The computer plotted the course and told them their destination was 15.3 miles away, travel time, twenty-three minutes. Karim gave the okay and they pulled out of the garage. They waited for a minute to make sure the door closed and then started down the driveway and into the darkening night.
CHAPTER 70.
MCLEAN, VIRGINIA.
NASH opened the front door and stepped outside. He was wearing a white dress shirt and black slacks. Charlie was on his left hip, already bathed and in his pajamas. Rory was out in the middle of the street with his two friends and Jack was playing whiffle ball. Nash checked his watch. The reservations were for eight, and they hadn"t been easy to get. The manager told Nash that they were full, but he could wait in the bar and see what opened up. Nash gave him his name to put on the waiting list and the man practically lost it. "Is this opened the front door and stepped outside. He was wearing a white dress shirt and black slacks. Charlie was on his left hip, already bathed and in his pajamas. Rory was out in the middle of the street with his two friends and Jack was playing whiffle ball. Nash checked his watch. The reservations were for eight, and they hadn"t been easy to get. The manager told Nash that they were full, but he could wait in the bar and see what opened up. Nash gave him his name to put on the waiting list and the man practically lost it. "Is this the the Mike Nash? The one who was given the medal by the president?" Mike Nash? The one who was given the medal by the president?"
Nash reluctantly confirmed that he in fact was that Mike Nash, and then the man went berserk. He offered the best table in the house, any time he wanted, and insisted on paying. It was about the only good thing that had come out of his public outing so far. Maggie came down the stairs in a little black c.o.c.ktail dress and a wrap. She joined her husband and Charlie on the front stoop. She was all done up for the evening and she looked great.
"You look fabulous, honey," Nash said.
"Thanks, so do you."
Charlie smiled at his mom. Nash yelled, "Come on, boys! Everyone inside!"
"But, Dad," Jack protested, "we only have one more inning. It"s not even dark yet."
Nash looked to the west. "I don"t see the sun, do you?"
"It"s still light out."
Nash handed Charlie to his wife. "Why don"t you give him to Shannon and tell her to put him down. I"ll get these clowns rounded up." Nash made the exchange with his wife and then marched down the sidewalk.
Jack whacked the yellow plastic bat on the ground. "Not fair, Dad!"
"Life isn"t fair. Get your b.u.t.t inside." Jack tried to protest again, but Nash cut him off. "Jack, I"m not going to tell you again. I didn"t say you couldn"t have fun. You guys have a Ping-Pong table in the bas.e.m.e.nt, hundreds of movies, and an Xbox. Get your little b.u.t.t inside, and I"m not going to tell you again."
Rory stepped forward. "Come on, guys. We"ll play you in Madden 360."
Nash and all four kids walked in the house. When they got to the kitchen, Jack plopped down in a chair and ran a hand over his freckled face. "Can we at least have a can of pop?"
Nash nodded. "You can each have one can. And if you decide to microwave some popcorn, hit the popcorn b.u.t.ton on the microwave. That"s all you have to do. One of you two keeps burning it and it stinks up the whole house."
"How do you know it"s not Shannon?" Jack asked.
"Because she"s the only person who picks up after herself around here, and I"ve seen her make popcorn."
Maggie entered the kitchen. "I"m ready."
"One last thing, boys. No one leaves this house. No one answers the door. When your mom and I leave I"m going to turn the alarm on. If you guys turn it off, my phone will beep and I will paddle some major a.s.s. Do you understand?"
All four boys nodded.
"Good." Nash looked toward the staircase and in a louder voice said, "Shannon, we"re taking off."
She bounded down the steps a few seconds later and came cruising into the kitchen. "Have a great time." She kissed her dad on the cheek.
"No one leaves the house. Understand?"
"Yes!" she said in a dramatic voice. "I heard you the first four times. You two go and have a good time. We"ll be fine."
"Come on," Maggie said, grabbing his arm. "The restaurant is only a mile from here.
Nash followed his wife into the mudroom. He stopped at his locker and opened his gun safe. There were several options. For tonight he grabbed the subcompact .40 caliber G27 and its small leather holster. At the back door he armed the security system and then left and locked the door. Back in the kitchen Shannon and her brothers shared a conspiratorial look and then darted to the front of the house. They dropped to the floor and crawled into the dining room. From the big window they watched their mom and dad back down the driveway and leave. None of them moved for close to a minute and then they sprang to life.
Jack announced, "All right . . . Let"s go. We were up two runs going into the top of the seventh."
"But the security system?" Rory"s blond friend asked.
"He"s been saying that for years," Jack scoffed. "I"ve already tested it. He has no idea if we turn it off or leave it on." Jack punched in the code at the front door and disarmed the system.
Shannon came back from the kitchen and handed Rory the baby monitor. "Here."
Rory took it without protest. "Be careful."
"Be careful with what?" Jack asked.
"I"m just going to drive around the block a few times."
Jack shook his head. "You"re crazy. If Dad catches you, he"ll kill you."
"Jack, I"m only driving around the block! It"s not a big deal."
"They why did you wait for them to leave?"
"Why did you you wait for them to leave?" wait for them to leave?"
Jack thought about it for a second. As much as he hated to admit it, she was right, although playing whiffle ball after dark was not a crime. "You"re not a good driver. What if you hit something?"
"Come on, Jack, she"s just going around the block. Stop arguing and let"s get out there or we really will be out of light."
"What if he calls?"
Shannon held up her cell phone. "He always calls my cell."
"Fine, let"s go."
The four boys headed out the front door with the baby monitor and the bat and b.a.l.l.s and Shannon went out the back door with the keys for the minivan. It took her three attempts to get it out of the garage, and she only backed over one small shrub on her way down the driveway. The boys stopped play to watch her as she inched her way into the street and then put it in drive and moved off at a snail"s pace. At the end of the block she hit her blinker and took a right turn. The boys resumed play. Six pitches and two hits later she appeared at the other end of the block. The boys all moved to the side and shook their heads at her as she did another slow pa.s.s-by. Then they started to play again and forgot all about her.
CHAPTER 71.
FAIRFAX COUNTY, VIRGINIA.
RAPP sat across the table from Hakim al Harbi and tried to make sense of it all. He"d seen a lot of strange stuff in the nearly two decades that he had been doing this, but this was a first. They"d flipped guys before, but always after exercising either pressure or incentive. They all broke eventually, but most of these militant types had to be threatened to within an inch of their lives before they would give any good information. There were others, not the front-line troops, but the support people, who helped purchase weapons and other supplies. The moneymen and the deal makers who traveled around the Middle East raising capital and recruiting new bodies for the cause, they could be turned with nothing more than the hint of violence on one hand and the possibility of hard cash on the other if they cooperated. That in itself told him that maybe this Hakim fellow was nothing more than a logistics guy, but then again he had freely admitted to killing American and coalition soldiers in Afghanistan. sat across the table from Hakim al Harbi and tried to make sense of it all. He"d seen a lot of strange stuff in the nearly two decades that he had been doing this, but this was a first. They"d flipped guys before, but always after exercising either pressure or incentive. They all broke eventually, but most of these militant types had to be threatened to within an inch of their lives before they would give any good information. There were others, not the front-line troops, but the support people, who helped purchase weapons and other supplies. The moneymen and the deal makers who traveled around the Middle East raising capital and recruiting new bodies for the cause, they could be turned with nothing more than the hint of violence on one hand and the possibility of hard cash on the other if they cooperated. That in itself told him that maybe this Hakim fellow was nothing more than a logistics guy, but then again he had freely admitted to killing American and coalition soldiers in Afghanistan.
On the flight up they"d pulled him out of the bag and given him a drug to counteract the tranquilizer. He woke up groggy, but in obvious pain and discomfort. After a brief inspection they found out that in addition to a bruised and battered face, he had at least two broken ribs and one lung on the verge of collapsing. Wicker was a trained medic. He pulled Rapp aside and told him to be careful. If the other lung collapsed the man could die. Rapp didn"t care so much if the man died, he just wanted to get the information out of him first. Until he was in better condition they would have to hold off on the rough stuff.
To Rapp"s surprise, though, al Harbi spoke openly and without any preconditions. Rapp handled the questions while Coleman observed and recorded everything that was said. By the time they landed back at Dulles, Rapp was convinced that al Harbi was either telling the truth or the greatest liar he had ever met in his life. On the advice of Wicker they pulled the jet into the hangar and closed the doors. Stuffing him back into the bag was not a good idea. When they arrived at the Quarry, Dr. Lewis was waiting for them. He gave al Harbi a sedative to help with the pain and started him on some heavy-duty antibiotics. After that was out of the way, Lewis hooked him up to a lie detector and led him through a series of questions to establish a baseline. Rapp stayed in the room and looked for any signs that al Harbi was trying to fool the machines. He didn"t notice any, but that didn"t mean that he hadn"t.
Unbeknownst to Rapp, Coleman had gone into Max Johnson"s cell and asked him about his contacts in the telecommunications industry. Johnson began babbling through a list of companies and his contacts at each place. Coleman asked him, if he gave him a phone number, would he be able to tell him where the phone was located when it made a call. Johnson explained that he could tell him what tower it used to connect to the network, but that was it. Then he babbled on about some surveillance equipment he"d developed that could pinpoint the whereabouts of a phone down to the nearest foot. Coleman explained that for now he only wanted to verify the location of the one phone call. He went on to tell Johnson that his cooperation would go a long way toward convincing Rapp that he could be trusted. Johnson eagerly leaped at the chance. He told Coleman all he needed was a computer with internet access, and he"d have the info for him in less than five minutes.
True to his word, he had everything verified in only three minutes. Coleman asked him if he had a back door into customs and Johnson said yes. He had him check if al Harbi had in fact traveled under the alias of Michael Andros through New Orleans and Miami on his way to Na.s.sau earlier in the day. He verified that information as well. Coleman told Reavers to keep an eye on Johnson while he went and talked to Mitch.
Rapp was in the middle of interrogating al Harbi with Dr. Lewis when Coleman knocked on the door and asked Rapp to step outside.
Rapp closed the door behind him and asked, "What"s up?"
"I thought you"d want to see this. That phone number . . . the one that he says belongs to Karim. I had it checked out."
"Is Marcus back?" Rapp asked hopefully.
"No, I had Johnson do it."
Rapp showed his surprise. "You gave him access to a computer?"
"Relax . . . I watched him."
"Can I trust the p.r.i.c.k?"
"He wants to live, so I think we can." Coleman handed over the map he"d printed. "Two things. The first . . . that phone pinged this tower right here south of Branson, Missouri, and it matches the time stamp on the voicemail that was left on Hakim"s phone."
"So at a bare minimum he wasn"t lying about where they were."
"Correct. I also had Johnson check the ICE database. Michael Andros left New Orleans at six this morning and connected through Miami on his way to Na.s.sau. He was traveling alone and his ticket was purchased online."
"What about the other message?"
"What other message?" Coleman asked.
"Karim left two messages."