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They left a troubled-looking Garchik in the bagel shop and headed back out
Chapman said, “So what about your fabled Camel Club? Have they started their work yet?”
Stone checked his watch “Right about now, in fact”
Harry Finn walked along like he had not a care in the world Wraparound shades, jeans and a sweatshirt, sneakers, bedhead, he looked like a college student Which hat he wanted considering he was on the Georgetown University cas that looked craned in fro here and there or else lounging in between classes Finn walked confidently a theht of his backpack over his left shoulder
He picked up the trail of Fuat Turkekul within five ood prep work This involved a little coe’s database, a couple of discreetly placed questions and a thorough recon of the campus
The Turkish-born scholar walked along, books cradled under one arm, in deep discussion with another faculty ht up the rear They went into a building near the western end of the campus Finn did too
Stone’s instructions had been explicit Watch this man And it wasn’t entirely for Turkekul’s protection Stone had been clear that he was not convinced of his loyalties yet
“It could go either way at this point, Harry,” he’d said “If so that suggests he’s working for the other side, docuht away”
Turkekul was teaching a class on the second floor of the building It had thirty-two students Finn slipped in as the thirty-third, set up his recorder as did many other students, took out his book and laptop and settled back If Turkekul noticed hiave no indication of it Unlike some of the other students there, Finn listened to every word the man said, and also how he said it, which was often even more important than the actual words spoken
And unlike any of the students there, Finn assessed the room for threats and came away not entirely satisfied One door in and out Little cover Turkekul would be a sitting duck at the front of the class
Finn touched his chest and felt the Glock nestled there in the holster If he’d been an assassin Turkekul would already be dead He wondered how a man tasked to hunt down Osama bin Laden was allowed to live so cavalierly It s that didn’t reatly
Caleb settled into his desk at the Rare Book Reading Roo assorted tasks He nodded and smiled to several
“Morning, Avery,” he said to one portly fellow
“Caleb Congrats on acquiring the Fitzgerald”
“Thanks,” Caleb said, beas had settled down in the roolasses to his eyes, pecked soovern with each click of a key that he would not run into insurmountable interference His dear friend Milton Farb could have accessed the necessary database in seconds, but Milton had been one of a kind Yet Caleb had gotten better over the years with electronics, and he approached the task Stone had given him with deliberation and calovernment and thus had requisite passwords and authorizations And it wasn’t as though events at Lafayette Park were classified At least he hoped they weren’t
Within a half hour he breathed a sigh of relief He hit his print button and the two-page single-spaced document slid into the catchbin of his printer He picked it up and studied it There were a lot of events on here And sohts If his friend was hoping to narrow his search down by consulting this list, Caleb knew at once that it would not be all that easy
He slipped the papers in his briefcase and returned to work
CHAPTER 42
ANNABELLE AND REUBEN reached Pennsylvania around three that afternoon They drove first to Keystone Tree Farm It was obviously still secured by the FBI Barricades and black SUVs were everywhere And Pennsylvania state troopers were there to support the federal agents
Annabelle, as driving, said, “No surprise there That place will be out of circulation for a long ti”
“You want to try the trailer park?” asked Reuben
“Might as well, but I have to believe it’ll be the same crime scene scenario there”
And it was Cops and Feds in abundance The road into the trailer park was completely closed off
“Want to bluff our way in?” asked Reuben “If we say we live there?”
“So tells me that’s way too risky for the potential reward But I have another idea”
“Good, because Oliver wants inforet it”
“There’s always a way, Reuben We just have to find it”
At four-thirty that afternoon, Annabelle found it Parked outside the tree farm, they watched as a pickup truck pulled out with four of the Latino workers from the farm inside
“Quitting time,” said Reuben