“That’s as much video as I’ve located.” Cam disconnected from the TV. “Now that they’ve gotten onto the interstate, I can request traffic-cam footage. If the Department of Transportation doesn’t get back to me within the hour, I’ll find another way to get the file.”
Kiley knew he meant hacking into the system but would never say it aloud.
Her phone chimed, telling her of a new email, and she glanced at her laptop, surprised to find a message from the FBI lab so late at night. “Got an email from the Latent Print Operations Unit at Quantico.” She eagerly read the first paragraph. “They confirmed five sets of prints, but two sets were lifted from items like dishes, toothbrushes, et cetera, where the others were found on the container itself.”
“Suggesting the pair of prints were from the occupants just like the DNA results,” Evan said.
Kiley continued reading, her pulse ratcheting up. “This is good. Really good. Unlike DNA, they got a match for the pair in Interpol’s database.”
“Don’t tell me,” Cam said, sarcasm rampant in his tone, “they’re Pilcher’s suspects. Darzi and Rostami.”
Kiley kept reading and looked up, blinking hard to make sense of the news.
“Wait,” Cam said. “Not them?”
She shook her head. “A Mohamed Nabi and Jangi Shah.”
“Those aren’t the guys Pilcher stopped.” Evan sat motionless. “Not even the guys from the Pittsburgh bombing.”
Kiley shook off her daze. “No additional details on the men, but they gave me a contact at Interpol to call—someone named Nigel Clark.”
“Interpol’s Command and Coordination Centre’s located in France,” Mack said. “But each member country hosts a National Central Bureau.”
“And ours is in D.C.,” Kiley finished for him. “I doubt Clark’sin the office at this time of night, but I can leave a message.” She quickly made the call and urged Clark to call her back the minute he got the message. “Cam, get going on digging up background info on those names.”
“Already on it.”
“What about Counterterrorism?” Evan asked. “They likely have a file on them.”
“Good point.” She thought about calling Eisenhower, only she needed to handle such an important lead directly. “I have a contact there. She usually works late.”
Evan shoved a hand into his hair. “Let’s hope she’s true to form tonight.”
Kiley dialed the agent and held her breath.
“Agent Debra Bessemer,” she answered right away.
Thank you! Oh, thank you!
Kiley quickly asked Deb for information on Nabi and Shah. “I need what you have now!”
“I know we have a file on Shah,” Deb said, not sounding put out by Kiley’s demand. “Not sure about Nabi. Let me get Shah’s file open and give you an overview.”
“Mind if I put you on speaker for the team?” Kiley asked, her heart starting to race.
“Go ahead.”
Kiley tapped the button. Unable to sit still any longer, she jumped up and set her phone on the table.
“Okay, so here we go,” Deb said. “Shah’s an ISIS lieutenant working toward taking over his faction. He’s responsible for more brutal attacks than I can count. He favors bombs and is quite skilled at making intricate devices but is equally at home with weapons and beheading.”
Mack scowled. “An equal-opportunity terrorist.”
“That he is.” Deb’s tone was deadly serious. “He’s known to have a temper and takes it out on anyone in his organization who makes a mistake. And he’s got an ego the size of Texas.”
“Hey, don’t utter my home state in connection with this dude,” Mack grumbled.
“Sorry,” Deb said, “but his egoisthat big. Each attack has to be grander than the last, which, by the way, was capturing an entire school of young girls he then gifted to his men.”
