“Hayes, can you tell us any more that will help us locate the Divine End and the aliases her family are living under?” Mike asked.
“Dixon Knolls is her brother Conrad,” Hayes answered.
“She saw him,” Wes said. “He saw her. How did she not recognize him?” He puffed out his cheeks and released the breath.
“Last time she saw him was seventeen years ago, and he was clean-shaven. Dixon has a full beard.” Ford searched a file and laid out a photo.
“I want that house taken apart, even if we have to open every wall. Where was the compound five years ago? If Ellie hid the sarin, that would be a logical spot for it,” Wes said.
“The FBI and ATF bulldozed the first compound. It was then sold back to the town, where it was made into a working artisanal goat milk and cheese farm,” Galloway said.
“Where was the next site?” Mike asked.
Galloway went through every site. “They were all cleared but two lots—the seventy acres belonging to the Knolls’ estate and the forty acres you bought.”
Wes stretched. “How do we search? And where do we start?” The room got quiet. Wes looked at the circle. “No, we are not setting Ellie up.”
“Wes, Ellie wanted to end this. They think she knows, or she knows if she makes herself a big enough target, they will come and get the sarin and her,” Mike said.
“Set me up. We can pretend she told me,” Wes asked.
“We’ve got one problem. Kieran Chase and Kip Brennan tore Starr apart. Starr indicated there’s one more accomplice here,” Hayes said.
“And what the hell were you going to do with that tidbit? You are telling me there is one more plant here at the Training Center?” Troy exploded. He opened his phone and dialed a number. “This is Bremen; I need two technical analysts assigned to the Training Center forthwith. I need to speak to them yesterday.” His chest heaved with anger.
“I am going to check on Ellie.” Wes left the table, Zach on his heels.
