"No, but a few interested parties."
"Right. That's how we find ninety percent of the assholes we're looking for. Money talks."
"Except when people are scared shitless. Or if the guy we're looking for has become a legend. How much are we offering for Osama bin Laden?"
"I think it's twenty million."
"Saddam Hussein?"
"That's twenty-five million," he replied.
"How we doing on that?"
"We'll see."
Paresi and I kicked around a few thoughts, and the subject came up regarding where Khalil might be hiding out. We both agreed that he wouldn't be holed up in a Muslim neighborhood where detectives from the Task Force would be looking for him--or where someone might decide that even a measly million dollars was just too tempting.
I said to Paresi, "As we can see, Khalil is well-funded and he has some sophisticated backing, apparently a network or cell here in New York. Whoever these people are, they probably have a few safe houses in Manhattan--apartments rented by XYZ Corporation for visiting colleagues." I speculated, "They could have an apartment in your building."
He forced a smile and said, "Or yours."
"Right. Or Walsh's. Point is, Asad Khalil is not sleeping on cousin Abdul's couch in Bay Ridge or having tea in a hookah bar. He's totally separated from his compatriots--until he needs something from them--then he has one or two cut-outs so he doesn't deal directly with the guy he eventually meets up with. So, for instance, when Farid in California and Amir in New York met Asad Khalil, it was their first meeting--and also their last."
Paresi thought a moment and said, "If Khalil read that text message that Walsh sent to Kate's cell phone, then he may be spooked--which is good and bad. Good because it cuts him off from his Libyan contacts, and bad because we don't have much hope of following some Abdul who could lead us to another Abdul who could lead us to Khalil."
"Right. But I'd rather have Khalil spooked and isolated from his contacts." I reminded him, "We know of three safe house apartment buildings in Manhattan, and you should have around-the-clock surveillance on those buildings."
"We do."
"But I'm fairly sure his sponsors have a never-used place for him to hang out."
Paresi considered all that and concluded, "It won't be easy to find this guy in the usual way."
"No. But we will find him."
"Right. Murderers always leave a trail and sometimes they screw up at the scene."
"Correct. And we have the advantage of knowing at least one person he plans to kill."
Captain Paresi seemed to recall that he might also be on Khalil's list. He said, "We'll discuss personal security in Walsh's office."
I said to him, "Maybe we should discuss now your thought about what else Khalil is doing here to pay back his sponsors."
He didn't reply for a few seconds, then said, "That would be a very speculative discussion." He added, "We have no information on that possibility."
I pointed out, "We need to think about that and look for evidence of a larger terrorist attack."
He didn't respond directly, but said, "We need to apprehend him quickly so we don't have to worry about that." He added, "When we get him, we can ask him those questions."
Apparently Captain Paresi did not want to pursue this subject that he himself had brought up. At least he didn't want to pursue it with me.
Vince Paresi is a good guy--an honest cop--and he, like me, had entered a different world of criminal justice than the world we once worked in. We had made our adjustments and hoped we were doing the right thing for truth, justice, and the American way. And mostly, I think, we were--except now and then when something weird came up and we were told to back off and shut up. And as proof that we were still outsiders, never once were we asked to do something that was questionable. I mean, I did things like that on my own.
On that subject, Paresi said to me, "I sense that you may be thinking about pursuing this matter on your own time. So here's some advice--don't. But if you do, be careful, and be successful. If you're not successful, you will be brought up on criminal charges. If you're not careful, you will be dead." He added, "That's off the record."
For the record, I didn't reply.
He glanced at his watch and said, "We're a minute late." He stood and walked toward the elevators, carrying my folder with him.
I waited a few minutes, then followed.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Tom Walsh didn't comment on my lateness or on the fact that George Foster was not there. I also noticed that Paresi had gotten rid of my Khalil folder.
Walsh looked at me and said, "John, let me begin by saying that you've done an outstanding job on this case, and we appreciate your dedication to duty, especially in light of Kate's serious injuries, and the stress"--stress on the stress--"that you've been under--"
"Thank you."
He continued, "After thinking about this situation, and after consulting with Captain Paresi, I strongly suggest that you ask for traumatic leave so that you can be with your wife during her convalescence."
I didn't respond.
He sweetened the deal by saying, "This will be paid leave, of course."
I asked, "How long?"
"Thirty days." He added, "Maybe longer."
I informed him, "This will all be over within a week."
He didn't comment on that prediction, and he continued, "I would advise you to stay in your apartment, except for necessary errands and such."
"Can I see a Yankees game?"
"No." He went on, "You'll have ample time at home to write your incident report and to write me a confidential memo regarding everything you know about Asad Khalil and about what happened three years ago."
I glanced at Paresi, fully expecting him to say to Walsh, "Tom, I have a whole folder that John just gave me on that very subject. Let me make a copy for you."
But Captain Paresi did not say that. In fact, Captain Paresi had been screwed so many times by the FBI that he was keeping this to himself. Why share information? No one else does. Paresi's fantasy, of course, was that he and his detectives--sans Detective Corey--would find Asad Khalil without help from the FBI. Competition is good. We're not socialists. And we're really not team players. We're individualists. We're Americans. We're cowboys.
"John?"
I looked at Walsh.
"I said I'd like that report and memo within seventy-two hours."
I had the urge to tell him that seventy-two hours from now, we could all be dead. Then I wouldn't have to write the stupid incident report or the stupid memo. I said, however, "No problem."
He assured me, "Your request for leave will have no negative impact on your career, and nothing of a negative nature will be inferred from your request to be with your wife."
This was getting a little tedious, not to mention silly. I mean, I had no career here. I had a contract. And someday I was going to read it and see what I had to do to get out of here.
By my silence, Walsh may have thought I was wavering or that I didn't believe him about what he'd just said, so he also said, "I will place a letter of commendation in your file thanking you for your service in general, and your outstanding work on this case."
Paresi, in a rehearsed remark, added, "I will do the same."
Thanks, Judas. It seemed that the less I said, the more I got. If I could keep my mouth shut for ten minutes, I'd get a free cab ride home and a MetroCard. I just wanted to get out of there, so I said to Walsh and Paresi, "I appreciate that."
Walsh reminded me, "This case, like all our cases, is classified and on a need-to-know basis." He further reminded me, "You signed agreements acknowledging that you will not discuss, disclose, or divulge anything that pertains to your duties here."
I glanced at my watch.
He continued, "And I will also ask you not to discuss this case with anyone in this office--or anyone from the State Police or any other law enforcement or intelligence agency, unless authorized by me p
ersonally."
"Right."
Walsh reminded me, "Kate is under the same restrictions as you are."
"Okay. Are we done?"
"No." Walsh continued, "There is a news blackout on this case--authorized at a higher level--and it goes without saying that you will not be speaking to reporters."
He went on to the next subject. "I've asked Vince"--he nodded toward Captain Paresi in case I forgot who Vince was--"to arrange for protection for you and for Kate."
Paresi informed me, "There will be SOG personnel in your apartment lobby around the clock."
This is the Special Operations Group, the people I worked with last week on the Iranian dip surveillance. They're part of the Terrorist Task Force, mostly NYPD detectives, but also some FBI agents. Their specialty is not only surveillance, but also countersurveillance, and protective details. They're good at what they do, but I could give them the slip if I had to.
I suggested, "You should both take advantage of that protection."
Walsh replied, "Captain Paresi and I are taking necessary precautions."
"Good. One less thing for me to worry about."
We all thought that was funny and everyone smiled appropriately.
I then let them know, "I do not want surveillance people tailing me."
There was a silence, then Walsh said, "You will have a team assigned to you when you're mobile."
I reminded both of them, "I can take care of myself. In fact, I have a gun."
Paresi said, "Look, John, we don't want to lose another agent." He smiled. "Not even you." He let me know, "You, me, Tom, George, and maybe a few other people will have SOG personnel assigned to them--that's how we may catch this guy."
On that subject, I said to Walsh, "I'm still willing to act as bait."
Walsh replied, "I think we're all bait now."
"Good point." In fact, Walsh had finally come to the unhappy conclusion that he had no clue about how to find Asad Khalil--except for letting Khalil find us. Officially, we were all under police and FBI protection; unofficially, we were live bait. Thus I was authorized to leave my apartment to go on "necessary errands and such." In reality, and off the record, Walsh and Paresi didn't care where I went--if I agreed to not lose my protective detail.
Good plan, but it wasn't my plan. My plan didn't include being tailed by cops and FBI agents who could scare off Khalil, or arrest Khalil, or even kill Khalil; my plan included only two people: John Corey and Asad Khalil.
Paresi said to me, "John, there can be a role for you in this case, and maybe this is it."
I didn't reply.
Walsh informed me, "It's like the spy who came in from the cold. You're fired--officially off the case, but unofficially, you're bait."
"Got it."
"Good." He asked, "Agreed?"
Better half a loaf and all that. I said, "Agreed."
Paresi informed me, "You'll wear a vest when you go out, and we'll give you a GPS tracking device to wear, and a wire so you can speak to your surveillance team while you're mobile." He added, "You know the drill."
I nodded.
"You can pick those things up at tech before you leave."
"Will do."
That seemed to be the end of that subject, and Walsh said to me, "We have requested the NYPD ambulance helicopter to pick up Kate tomorrow A.M. and bring her here to Bellevue."
"Good. I'll be on the helicopter."
Walsh said, "All right. Someone will text or call you with the lift-off time from the Thirty-fourth Street Heliport."
"Good."
Walsh glanced at his watch, then asked me, "Any questions? Anything that needs clarification?"
"Yes." I said to him, "It seems to me that Asad Khalil needs to pay back the people who financed his trip here and who have provided him with information and logistical support." I asked, "Would you agree with that?"
He replied, "I agree that he has backers. I have no knowledge of how he needs to repay them." He added, "What Khalil is doing may be payment enough."
I replied, "I don't think so."
"Well, you can be sure you're not the first person to think of this, Detective." He let me know, "Washington is aware, and Counterintelligence is investigating."
"Good." I asked, "Is Homeland Security going to raise the alert level?"
He replied, "I have no idea." He advised me, "Check the news tonight."
Walsh was trying to put me in my place, of course. The Big Picture, if there was one, was none of my business, unless and until Tom Walsh or someone higher up made it my business. That was how 9/11 happened.
I looked out the window to where the Towers used to be and I said, "I felt I should mention this."
"Thank you." He assured me, "You're on the record."
I pointed out, "This meeting is off the record."
"This meeting is administrative." He asked me, "Anything further?"
Well, yes, Tom. I want to tell you about Boris, who could be an important resource for us in apprehending Asad Khalil. But you're such a shithead, Tom, that I'll keep that to myself. Or maybe you already know about Boris and you're keeping it to yourself. Either way, screw you.
"John?"
"Nothing further."
"Good." He stood, I stood, and Captain Paresi stood.
Walsh said, "Thank you, gentlemen, for your time and your thoughts." Then he gave a little speech. "This is not only a difficult case for us professionally, it is also difficult for us personally."
Right. Someone is trying to kill us.
He continued, "But the best way to resolve this case satisfactorily is to put our personal feelings aside and to follow procedures and directives."
Was he speaking to me?
He went into the pep talk phase. "This is not about us--it is about the security of our country. This is why we're here, and it is what we do." He concluded, "I have no doubt that we, working together with our colleagues in the war on terrorism, will bring this man to justice."
We all shook hands, and both men sent their regards to Kate, then I raced Paresi to the door. I got there first, but I heard Walsh say, "John, I just need a minute more of your time."
Paresi said to me, "See me before you leave."
I returned to Walsh's office, but did not sit.
He said to me, "I have an unofficial complaint forwarded to me through the State Department, regarding an incident that allegedly took place during your surveillance detail last week in the Taj Mahal Casino in Atlantic City."
I replied, "I'm sorry I used my government credit card to buy gambling tokens."
"This actually has to do with someone assaulting an Iranian U.N. diplomat in the men's room."
"Let me check my notes and I'll get back to you."
He looked at me a moment, then said, "You have demonstrated in the past a tendency toward rough justice." He reminded me, "We don't work that way here."
"Right."
He added, "Payback is not what we do. Neither is personal revenge."
"Right."
He changed the subject. "Why do you think this will all be over in a week?"
I replied, "That's my gut feeling."
He considered that reply, then said, "I thought you had some logical reason for that statement."
"All right. It's like this--Khalil began by killing this guy Farid and hiding his body, then he went for Wiggins, Kate, the Haythams, the livery driver, and the taxi driver. This was done so quickly that we had no clue and no time to react. Now we're all awake and waiting for him to strike again. And keep in mind he didn't go for me when he had the chance. Not to overdo the lion metaphor, Tom, but he's playing cat and mouse with me and with us." I reminded him, "The killing is secondary to the game, and he definitely has a game plan, which includes me and maybe you, Vince and George, and others not yet known. But he knows he can't start knocking people off one at a time and expect that his next victim will be sitting around waiting to die. So what's going to happen is that Khalil will make a clean sweep
, probably in the course of a single night, and by the time the first body is discovered, the last victim will already be dead." I concluded, "It's all planned and ready to go," then added, "Sorry I can't tell you the night--but I don't think he'll hang around here for more than a week."
Walsh said nothing for a few seconds, then pointed out, "That assumes Khalil does plan to kill more people."
"That's my best guess. But I may be wrong. Maybe he's done---except for me."
He nodded and agreed, "You may be the only reason he's still here."
"We'll find out."
Walsh didn't reply to that and speculated, "But maybe he is gone. Maybe it got too hot for him here."
"He's here."
"Well... good. We want him here."
"I want him here."
He walked me to the door and reminded me in an almost offhand way, "If you find him, and if you kill him--and if you can't prove self-defense--you will face murder charges."
I didn't reply.
He also reminded me, "They want this guy alive."
"Why?"
"Obviously, he's worth more to us alive." He added, "Also, we don't murder people. Or even punch them in the groin. We try them in Federal court, as common criminals."
I didn't think that was such a good idea, but I didn't reply.
Walsh assured me, "Asad Khalil will go to jail. Forever."
"We don't know that, Tom."
"Of course we do." He got to the heart of the matter. "You killing Asad Khalil has less to do with protecting yourself and Kate than it does with pure and simple revenge. An eye for an eye. But I want you to consider that incarceration for life is worse than death." He added, "That goes for you as well as Khalil."
I pointed out, "Asad Khalil is more than eligible for the death penalty, but you and I know that the government never asks for the death penalty in these cases, even when the crime is mass murder."
He thought about that and replied, "We don't want to create martyrs for Islam. We want them to rot."
And we didn't want to upset the world community with our primitive death penalty laws. But I didn't want to argue with him--I wanted to cool it, so I said, "I see your point."
He didn't believe me and said, "Think of yourself, of Kate, and of your country."