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I EDGED OUR sharklike Chevy along Turk and turned left on Hyde, keeping just far enough behind J’s van to stay out of his rearviehile keeping an eye on hih a couple of turns, I lost the van at a stoplight on Tenth Street I had to ht

My decision was Go

My hands were sweating on the wheel as I shot through the intersection and was blasted by a cacophony of horns, which called attention to us I didn’t enjoy that at all

Conklin said, “There he is”

The white van was he close to the speed liood distance behind the pack And then the van ed into US Route 101 South toward San Jose

The highas a good, wide road with enough traffic to ensure that J would never pick our Chevy out of the flow

Conklin worked the radio co channels between chief of police Warren Jacobi and DHS deputy director Dean Reardon, as three time zones away Dispatch kept us updated on the movements of other units in our task force that were now part of a staggered caravan weaving between lanes, taking turns at stepping on the gas, then falling back

We followed J’s van under the sunny glare on 101 South, and after twelvedown to San Jose and the Central Coast, he took the lane that funneled traffic to SFO

Conklin had Jacobi on the line

“Chief, he’s heading toward SFO”

Several voices crackled over the radio, but I kept visual contact with thesteadily toward San Francisco International Airport

That van was now the inable GAR had sensitized all of us to worst-case scenarios, and a lot of explosives could be packed into a vehicle of that size A terrorist wouldn’t have to get on a plane or even walk into an airline terh luggage check-in and ra off a bomb

Conklin had signed off with Jacobi and now said to me, “Lindsay, SFO security has sent fire trucks and construction vehicles out to obstruct traffic on airport access roads in all directions”

Good