“Me too,” Kiley said. “But to be thorough I have ERT processing her place for prints just in case Darzi and Rostami entered the apartment without her knowing it.”
“Any signs of a break-in?” Mack asked.
Kiley shook her head. “And I don’t think we should waste additional time on this unless we find suspicious prints.”
“Agreed,” Cam said as he looked at Evan. “FYI, the MIT social media accounts from your friend are returning data. Theanalysts are hearing about something big coming. No details yet, but the threat is obviously very real and 9/11 is the target date.”
Kiley’s gut cramped at the confirmation of the approaching deadline. “Okay, let’s work on assignments until Sean calls in with recon info.”
Kiley waited for everyone to get to work, then checked her email. She found a message from Quinn with the Amaris’ background information. “Quinn sent me a report on the Amari brothers. They were model citizens and high school leaders. Bilal was a sports fanatic and soccer team captain, Gadi a high school class valedictorian who went to Georgetown majoring in economics. Bilal didn’t have top-notch grades and attended community college majoring in IT.”
Evan’s head popped up. “Means he could be the guy behind the Wi-Fi bomb in Pennsylvania.”
“And as a member of The Righteous, behind who knows what else,” Kiley said. “With Gadi’s degree in economics, he could be securing funds for the group. I’ll print the report for everyone in case I overlooked something.” She sent the files to the printer, and as she distributed them the call came in from Sean. She put him on speaker.
“No movement on the apartment or sighting of the suspects,” he said, “but I’m sending recon photos. Place is on the third floor. No elevator. Exterior door. One window facing the road. Blinds closed tight. Back patio door not accessible except from inside or by rappelling from the roof. Blinds closed there too.”
“So we either stake it out or we go in now,” Mack said.
Kiley thought for a moment. She had never been responsible for prepping for a raid, and now she understood the pressure Evan had faced when planning to keep everyone on the team safe the day Olin was killed. And that didn’t include the safety of innocent bystanders. Which was why they went in so early in the morning to take Sapin down. No neighbors up and about.
“Since you have eyes on the place, Sean,” she said, “I say we keep surveilling until later tonight when the suspects are most likely to be home. Plus we won’t have civilians moving around and getting caught in potential crossfire. Ten o’clock sounds good to me.”
Evan turned to stare at her, his finger running down the scar on his face. “We should take a better look. Plan.”
Evan’s telltale touch of his scar said he was freaking out due to Olin’s death. Kiley couldn’t let his worry interfere in their plans, but she might be able to ease his concern. “What if we cut a hole in the front window and run a camera inside? At least see the main living area that way.”
“I don’t recommend it,” Sean said. “If we do, we risk alerting the suspects and put them in the wind.”
Evan crossed his arms. “We need more. A full risk assessment.”
“Sean’s done one,” Mack said before she could speak. “And I don’t see as how this is your call. Kiley’s in charge. She makes the decision. We follow. Simple as that.”
Evan scowled at Mack.
“Sit out the op if the plan bothers you.” Mack leaned back as if all of this was no big deal, but an uneasiness clung to him. “We got this covered.”
Evan’s scowl deepened. “No way.”
“Then we go as planned,” Sean said. “I’ll stay here and report in if anything changes.”
“FYI,” Sean added, “the Amaris weren’t on any flight manifests, and I also compared the dates from Firuzeh’s journals to any known terrorist actions, and it was a bust too.”
“If you have time, can you get back with the analysts who reviewed the SeaTac flight manifests to check for Darzi’s and Rostami’s names?” she asked.
“Sure thing.” He disconnected the call.
Kiley set her phone on the table and looked at the others.“Be ready to go at a moment’s notice. Mack, bring in vests so we can dress out quickly.”
He nodded and closed his laptop.
Her phone rang. She hoped it might be CRRU with information on the letter, and she eagerly glanced at the screen only to be disappointed. “It’s Vivian returning my call. I’ll take it in the hallway. Keep us updated, Sean.”
She pushed through the door for privacy and leaned against the wall down the hall as she put her mind solely on the Montgomery Three investigation.
“Vivian,” Kiley answered.
“You screwed up again.” Her shrill voice came over the line.
