It would be interesting to learn how Gambol had gotten the first message. To his email address? A private line? By phone?
She chased after Rapp and cornered him in his office.
“You look a little intense there, Jane. What can I help you with?”
“How did Gambol hear about the cases being connected?”
“He was emailed.”
“To his private email address or a government address?”
“Hold on.” Rapp made a quick call then hung up. “To his fbi.gov address.”
“Which wouldn’t be too difficult to learn if Gambol were anyone else. But he isn’t a regular department head or division chief. So why contact him? How many people know who Lionel Gambol is?”
Rapp grimaced. “Not many. Very few people in the Agency have the clout to get him involved in anything. From what I gather, he usually involves himself. I need to talk to him again.”
Jane started to leave, done with that angle, when another question nagged at her. “Hey, Rapp.”
He paused in the act of dialing. “Hey, Jane.”
His fake excitement made her want to laugh.
Instead, she schooled her expression into one of disinterest. Unfortunately, that only made his smile widen. “Cut it out.”
“Sorry.” He cleared his throat and looked menacing.
“Better. Question for you. What do you know about Jon Haversham?”
The abrupt change in subject startled him, she could tell. But he put his phone down and waved her to the chair across from his desk. “Why do you want to know?”
“His name’s come up a few times, mostly in relation to the Seattle field office, of course, and my friend Jenn Sullivan, who is now suspected of being the squad’s mole.”
“Sullivan. The blond who got shot?”
“Yep.”
“How exactly has Haversham’s name come up?”
“Well, it was something Sullivan mentioned. She and another friend came to Seattle from Las Vegas. Haversham was there when the Harvester case happened. Do you remember hearing about the black-market organ theft case?” She still didn’t. The FBI had definitely kept it quiet.
“I do.”
“And we now know Phillip’s parents were victims in that crime.”
Rapp looked thoughtful. “And now Haversham is one of the ASACs here in Seattle. We should bring him in.”
“Bring him in? Are you really going to order my boss’s boss to come to you?”
He was already on the phone and hung up a minute later. “He’ll be here in half an hour. Would you like to stay for the conversation or have me fill you in when it’s done?”
“What do you think?”
“I think not even your boss’s boss would intimidate you, Jane Cannon.”
“You are correct, Gunther Rapp.”
His eyes crinkled when he smiled. “I’m flattered you know my name.”
