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PROLOGUE

THE MAN KNOWN AS J

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THAT MUGGY MORNING in July my partner, Rich Conklin, and I were on stakeout in the Tenderloin, one of San Francisco’s sketchiest, ray Chevy sedan where we had a good view of the six-story apart on the corner of Leavenworth and Turk

It’s been said that watching paint dry is high entertain on stakeout, but this was the exception to the rule

We were psyched and determined

We had just been assigned to a counterterroris back to Warren Jacobi, chief of police, and also Dean Reardon, deputy director of Homeland Security, based in DC

This task force had been forroup known as GAR, which had claimed credit for six sequential acts of mass terrorism in the last five days

They were equal-ethnicity bo three holy places—a ue—as well as two universities and an airport, killing over nine hundred people of all ages and nationalities in six countries

As we understood it, GAR (Great Antiestablish froroups Several surviving leaders had swept up young dissidents around the globe, including significant nue after the digital revolution

The identities of these killers were undetectable within their ho membership hid their activities inside the dark web, an internet underground perfect for gathering without

Still, they killed real people in real life

And then they bragged