IT WAS FOUR by the time I left Berkeley and made it back to the office. My secretary, Brenda, happened to catch me in the hallway. "You've got two messages from A.D.A. Bernhardt, but don't get comfortable. The boss is asking for you upstairs."
As I knocked on Tracchio's door, a meeting of the Emer-gency Task Force was already under way. I wasn't surprised to see Tom Roach, from the local FBI. They'd been all over things since Cindy got the e-mail that morning. Plus Gabe Carr, the deputy mayor in charge of police affairs, and Steve Fiori, the press liaison1.
And someone with his back to me whom I didn't recog-nize: dark, with thick brown hair, solidly built. The guy had advance team for the G-8 meeting stamped all over him. Here we go, antacid lovers.
I nodded to the guys I had worked with, a quick glance toward the suit I didn't know. "You want to bring everyone up to date, Lieutenant2?" the Chief said.
"Sure," I said, nodding. My stomach churned. I hadn't exactly prepped for a presentation. I had the feeling I was being set up, Tracchio-style.
"A lot of things are pointing toward Berkeley," I explained. I ran off the key angles we were working. Wendy Raymore, the demonstration3 today, Lemouz.
"You think this guy's involved?" Tracchio asked. "He's a professor, right?"
"I ran his name and it came back with nothing deeper than a couple of unlawful demonstrations4 and resisting arrests," I said. "Both dropped. He's harmless. Or he's very, very smart."
"Any trace on the taggants in the C-4?" Tracchio asked. It felt as if he was trying to make points with the Fed in the tan suit. Who the heck was he anyway?
"It's with ATF," I said.
"And these people keep communicating on these public e-mail ports to threaten us," he said.
"What do you want us to do, stake out every public-access computer in the Bay Area?" I asked. "You know how many we're talking, Chief?"
"Two thousand one hundred and seventy-nine," the Fed in the suit suddenly chimed in. He flipped5 a sheet of paper. "Two thousand one hundred and seventy-nine public-access Internet access portals in the Bay Area, depending on how they're defined. Colleges, libraries, caf俿, airports. That in-cludes two in army recruiting centers in San Jose, but I don't think they'll try there, if that narrows it down at all."
"Yeah," I said as our eyes finally met, "that starts to nar-row it down."
"Sorry." The man rubbed his temples and relaxed into a tired smile. "I just got off a plane from Madrid twenty min-utes ago, expecting to check through some security details for the G-8 next week. Now I'm wondering if I suddenly find myself in the middle of the Third World War."
"Lindsay Boxer," I said.
"I know who you are," the Fed replied. "You worked that La Salle Heights church bombing last year. People in Justice took note. Any chance we can contain these people in the next week?"
"Contain?" The word had a Clancy-esque sound to it.
"Let's not play games, Lieutenant. We have a meeting of the heads of finance of the Free World coming here. Plus a threat to the public safety, and like the Chief said, we don't have much time."
There was a directness about this guy I liked. Not the usual Washington type.
"So everything's still on?" Gabe Carr, the mayor's deputy, asked.
"On?" The Washington man looked around the room. "The locations are secure, right? We have adequate man-power, don't we, Chief?"
"Every uniformed man on the force at your disposal next week." Tracchio's eyes lit up.
I cleared my throat. "What about the e-mail we received? What do we do with it?"
"What do you want to do with it, Inspector6?" the Wash-ington guy asked.
My throat was dry. "I want to answer it," I said. "I want to start a dialogue. Map out the contact points they respond from. See if they divulge7 something. The more we talk, the more they might reveal...."
There was one of those sticky, protracted8 silences, and I was hoping I wasn't about to be shoved off this case.
"Right answer." The federal agent winked9 at me. "No need for all the melodrama10, I just wanted to see who I was working with. Joe Molinari," he said, smiling, and pushed across his card.
As I read it, as hard as I tried not to change my expression, my heart picked up a beat, maybe a couple of beats.
DEPARTMENT OF HOMELAND SECURITY, the card read. JOSEPH P. MOLINARI. DEPUTY DIRECTOR.
Shit, this guy was all the way up!
"Let's start a dialogue with these bastards," said the deputy director.
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