Orange, October 2016
The Joint Terrorism Task Force consisted of people from MPD and the FBI. They had a building all to themselves, within walking distance of city hall. As soon as Kay walked into the reception area with Walker and Hanson, she noticed that the place was superior to their own—and when they entered the well-lit meeting room that already held eight people, she noted that the suits and the outfits were better quality too.
Following a quick round of introductions, she learned that four of them were MPD, two FBI and two were from the mayor’s own security office.
“Thanks for making it here to JTTF at such short notice,” said Ted Springer, who was wearing a pin-striped Wall Street suit instead of the standard undifferentiated FBI black. Kay picked up at once that he was appointing himself head of whatever was about to happen. But Springer also understood that, at thisstage of the proceedings, it was the Homicide Unit that had all the information, and so he handed the meeting over to Walker, who in turn handed it over to Kay. She didn’t have time to feel the nerves she sometimes felt when addressing a group but went straight into an account of the murder and attempted murder Tomás Gomez was believed to have committed, the hunt for him and the suspicion that Gomez was now focusing on the U.S. Bank Stadium and Mayor Kevin Patterson. A couple of seconds’ silence followed her account. Then Springer spoke.
“So this Gomez has twice evaded you by the use of restrooms?”
Kay noticed the implied criticism but ignored it.
“Yes,” she said. “It almost seems like he plans to let us know where he is, get us on his tail, and then disappear.”
“You don’t think he just got lucky twice in a row? What motive would Gomez have for this kind of game?”
“I don’t know,” said Kay. “Maybe he just wants to send a message.”
“What kind of message would that be, Myers?”
Kay exchanged looks with Walker before responding. “That he’s a ghost. That if he wants to hit Kevin Patterson at the U.S. Bank Stadium then we can’t stop him.”
“You are aware that it’s forbidden for members of the public to bear arms at a sports arena, even when it’s not being used for a sports event?”
“Yes,” said Kay.
“And yet you still believe he thinks the U.S. Bank Stadium is a good idea?”
Kay noticed how Springer tugged at the sleeves of his suit despite the fact that it must be, she was guessing, custom-made. “Yes.”
“And you think he believes he can outsmart the MPD which alone has over a thousand operatives, as well as the FBI?”
“I’m not saying he’s right about it, just that that’s the way I think he thinks.”
“Well, Miss Myer,” said Springer—Kay suspected he omitted the final “s” on purpose—“murder is your business, and there are all sorts of sad and banal stories behind every case and the guilty parties are almost invariably inadequate people. But terrorists on the other hand, no matter how crazy they may be, are often rational and intelligent people, and certainly as regards their operational methods. So if that is what Gomez is planning, he knows perfectly well that in threatening the life of the mayor he is going to have every police officer in the city on his trail. Of course, it is not unheard of to get terrorists with deep personality disorders, but in the majority of cases the terrorist does everything he can to ensure thesuccessof his mission. Put bluntly, if we’ve uncovered a plan to kill the mayor at the stadium then Gomez has screwed up already. This tells me that we’re dealing with an amateur. Sure, he’s still dangerous. But this is someone we have the competence and the professionalism to stop before the situation becomes critical.”
Something in the way he said “we” gave Kay the feeling that the “competence and professionalism” didn’t necessarily include the Homicide Unit.
“I hear what you’re saying,” said Kay, noticing that her voice sounded harsher than she intended. “But if I were the JTTF I would not underestimate Gomez.”
Springer gave a thin smile. “Yes, but that’s true of most things in life. In dealing with terrorism the trick is neither to underestimate nor overestimate. We simply don’t have enough resources to follow up on every threat, and that means being sure you make the real threats your priority.”
“Like vegetarians at a potluck dinner?” It just popped out of Kay’s mouth and the silence in the already quiet room deepened.A few years back, JTTF had been ridiculed in the press following revelations that they had infiltrated a group of vegetarians who sometimes gathered to share meals with each other. And not much else, as it turned out. Walker sent her a warning glance and she read his message: don’t trip up.
Springer turned to Hanson. “How about you, Detective? Do you share your colleague’s view of this man Gomez?”
Hanson gave a start, obviously taken by surprise.
“Hm,” he said. He thought about it, linked his hands behind his head in an exaggerated attempt to look relaxed. “On this I’m more in line with you guys in the JTTF.” A wide grin spread across his face. “I mean, we’re talking here about a Mexican with no papers who’s been living in a rathole up in Jordan. Doesn’t exactly sound like a criminal mastermind, does it?”
No one laughed.
“What does the mayor’s office say?” Springer asked, turning to the man and the woman sitting farther along the table.
“Well,” said the woman, a blonde with blue eyeliner, “the mayor is very clear that he doesn’t intend to cancel his participation. If the threat becomes public, we’ll quote him to that effect in a press statement.” She put on a pair of glasses and read from the screen of her computer:“…I would view it as an admission of bankruptcy for the city if one single illegal immigrant should succeed in preventing me from doing my job as the city’s democratically elected mayor.”She looked up. “So unless anyone here has information that indicates we’re dealing with powerful forces here?”
Kay was on the point of responding but stopped when she saw Walker’s almost imperceptible shake of the head.
“Right,” said Springer. “We’ll have a threat assessment ready in a few hours, and I suggest that meanwhile we grade this orange, does that sound okay?”
