When he gotoff the call, he saw Weather standing in the doorway with crossed arms. “So you’re going?”
“Looks like it. Are you going to give me a hard time?”
“No. It’s what you do, but you’ve got to be here for Thanksgiving,” she said. “Letty’s coming and there’ll be some parties thatweekend. You should plan to be back that whole Thanksgiving week.” Letty was their adult adoptive daughter, about to graduate from Stanford University with a master’s degree in economics.
“I can do that,” Lucas said. Thanksgiving was almost a month away. “By then I should have a handle on the situation.”
After talking withWeather, Lucas called Bob Matees, a marshal with the service’s Special Operations Group.
“Taken you a while to get back,” Bob said. “We sent that stuff to you a month ago. More than a month.”
“Homeland Security and the Justice Department have been arm wrestling over jurisdiction and decided to split the difference,” Lucas said. “We’re allowed to monitor and assist the investigation, but the FBI keeps the lead.”
Bob said, “I don’t know what that means.”
“It means we’re in, if we want to be. We might have to go to some meetings, but basically, we’ll be on our own.”
“You and me?”
“And Rae.”
“Rae’s out for the time being,” Bob said. “Her mom was diagnosed with breast cancer last week and Rae’s taken leave and gone home. She’ll be there until the docs figure out a treatment program.”
“Her mom gonna die?” Lucas asked.
“That’s not what the docs are saying, but it’s serious. The treatment is gonna be tough. She’s at MD Anderson in Houston, so that’s good.”
“All right. Let’s stay in touch with her,” Lucas said. “I’m thinking we get down to Fort Lauderdale in the next few days... the task force is working out of a hotel off I-95.”
“How many guys?” Bob asked.
“A dozen FBI agents, representatives from the Miami-Dade cops, Broward sheriff’s department, Fort Lauderdale cops, and Homeland Security—Homeland Security is the Coast Guard. We’ll be the last guys through the door.”
“Ah, man.” Bob was pre-discouraged.
“It is what it is. You want in?” Lucas asked.
“Of course. I’m already packing my Jockey shorts.”
“Girlfriend’s okay with it?”
“I told her it might be happening,” Bob said. “She worries, but she knows what’s what.”
“I’ve got to do some more diplomacy here, but Weather’s on board. I’ll talk to Russell and get your airline tickets going.”
“See you in Lauderdale, man.”
The next morning,a woman named Elsie M. Sweat called from Miami and introduced herself as an assistant U.S. attorney. “I’ve been briefed by Anna and Senator Colles’s assistant. We won’t do anything... ethically... challenging, but we can help you in your discussions with possible informants.”
“That sounds fine,” Lucas said.
“When do you expect to start?” she asked.
“Monday. I’m not sure we’ll need your help, but it’s a possibility. I wanted to have it lined up in advance.”
“We’re here. This Coast Guard thing has been a constantirritant and the FBI doesn’t seem to be making measurable progress,” Sweat said. “We’d love to get rid of the whole problem—so good luck and keep your asses down.”
“We’ll do that.”
