The Bricklayer. Noah Boyd

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Название The Bricklayer
Автор произведения Noah Boyd
Жанр Шпионские детективы
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been taken during Lasker’s Senate confirmation hearing. Shot from behind the soon-to-be director, it focused on the face of a bald senator whose scalp glistened with sweat and who for some reason was shaking an angry finger at the nominee. She smiled, suspecting that it had been placed directly behind the director’s desk to remind everyone that whatever business had brought them there, he or she should remember that ultimately Lasker had to answer for what his agency did or failed to do.

      The door opened and the director walked in. ‘You guys been waiting long?’ He fell unceremoniously into the chair behind his desk, grinding his eyes with the heels of his hands until he felt the tiny optic shocks that told him that was enough. He had gotten little sleep since the murders started, and the command performance at the White House had taken out of him what little was left.

      Assistant Director Don Kaulcrick was sitting next to Kate. At fifty-three, he was the FBI’s senior assistant director. He was tall with a disjointed thinness to his limbs. His hair had not started to turn gray yet and would have made his face look younger if it weren’t for its being slightly lopsided, the right side of the jaw just noticeably larger than the left. It gave the appearance of a permanent sneer of skepticism, one that continually left subordinates trying to convince him of their sincerity, an advantage he had learned to exploit early in his career. But Kaulcrick noticed that Kate Bannon seemed immune to it, probably because very little intimidated her. So he did the only thing he could to combat her lack of regard for the privileges of rank; he handpicked her to be his assistant. That way he could personally rein in that freewheeling style that had caused her to rise through the ranks so quickly. ‘Not long, sir,’ he answered for both of them. ‘How’d it go?’

      ‘Don, I was summoned to the White House,’ Lasker said. ‘That’s like asking Marie Antoinette if the blade was nice and sharp. Kate, how are you?’

      ‘Just fine, sir.’

      ‘They’re not happy with us at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. I was told to stop screwing around and just go ahead and solve this thing. Thank God they’ve taken the gloves off – now we can start the real investigation. What a mess.’ Kaulcrick and Kate glanced at each other furtively, trying to determine if he thought they were considered responsible. ‘Someone please give me some good news.’

      After a few seconds, Kate said, ‘At the first three murder scenes, the killer or killers took the time to police up the casings. All we had were the slugs to identify the gun, but they got sloppy with this one last night. A forty-caliber cartridge was found near the body.’

      ‘That’s it. That’s the extent of the good news?’ Lasker said. ‘I know I’m not as up on this stuff as you are, but why would you pick up the casing when the slug in the body can identify the gun?’ the director asked.

      ‘Maybe they were hoping that the slug would be damaged enough that it couldn’t be identified. They used hollow points, which tend to deform a great deal more as they pass through the human body,’ Kaulcrick offered.

      ‘I suppose,’ Lasker said. ‘What else?’

      Kate said, ‘I’m not sure this is good news.’ She hesitated. Lasker gave her an unenthusiastic wave of the hand to continue. ‘So far, the people I sent to Las Vegas haven’t been able to find any sign of Bertok having taken a flight out of there.’

      Lasker looked at the woman that he had heard male agents refer to as ‘too good-looking to be a female agent.’ She was tall with a figure that was both athletic and feminine. Her face would have had a blond, girl-next-door innocence to it if it weren’t for the soft two-inch scar across her left cheekbone, a broken line that suggested a willingness for combat. In the past, he had noticed a nonchalance to the way she handled herself in a room in which she was the only woman. Lasker took a moment to lose himself in her confidence and then said, ‘I don’t have to remind you how sensitive this is, Kate. I assume you’ve explained to everyone working this just how quiet it has to be kept.’

      ‘Yes, sir, I chose the agents carefully.’

      ‘All good investigators?’

      ‘Not particularly. I went purely for obedience. As far as the investigation, I know what needs to be done, and I’m reading all reports to make sure it’s getting done. I just wanted agents who above all else could keep their mouths closed.’

      ‘In today’s Bureau? Please tell me how to accomplish that.’

      A corner of Kate’s mouth lifted sardonically. ‘I picked only the most serious climbers.’ ‘Climbers’ was a term street agents used to stereotype the most serious promotion seekers. ‘I told them if they did a good job, their name would be put on a priority list, but if this leaked out in any fashion, whether it was their doing or not, they’d seen their last promotion.’

      Lasker smiled. ‘Sounds foolproof.’ The director looked at Kaulcrick. ‘What else?’

      He slid a report across Lasker’s desk. ‘This is the latest analysis of the recording from Dan West’s murder. The transcription is pretty much the same. That whispering voice the killer used makes it hard to distinguish. Like you suggested, the recording was played for Bertok’s supervisor in L.A. to see if he could identify the voice. All he would say was it might be him.’

      The director turned to the transcription portion of the report. ‘And what about the language?’

      Kate pulled out a different document. ‘Psycholinguistics said that a couple of phrases have definite overtones of someone familiar with FBI jargon, particularly “BU” for Bureau and “surveillance” instead of the more commonly used “backup.” And due to the killer saying things like “you are young” and “the old BU was tougher,” the conversation has the subtlety of an older agent lecturing a younger one. But there’s not enough to draw any definitive conclusions about the identity of the killer.’

      ‘So there’s nothing to say it isn’t Bertok.’

      ‘Unfortunately, no,’ Kaulcrick said.

      ‘They seemed to know everything we tried to do at the New Hampshire drop. Does that take an insider’s knowledge?’ the director asked.

      Kate said, ‘Not necessarily. Dummy packages have been used in the past, and it has been made public in court testimony. From the outset, they probably planned to commit two murders because they knew it would be a dummy drop. That way they could demand two million. As a side benefit, they can now argue that our ineptness caused not only murder number two, but the death of an FBI agent. I don’t know, maybe Bertok was afraid that if he had tried to deliver the money, he would have wound up like Dan West, or worse. Maybe that helped him decide to take off. If he did,’ she said.

      ‘If it is him, it’s going to kill us when it comes out,’ Lasker said. ‘But for right now, the longer we can delay it, the more operating room we’ll have.’

      ‘We still have to find him. What makes it so difficult is that we’re looking for one of our own, and we can’t even tell our own,’ Kaulcrick said. ‘Plus he knows all our procedures and has two million dollars to be creative with.’

      Lasker took a moment to consider what Kaulcrick had said and then asked, ‘Are we getting any closer to identifying this group? Is this really a group?’

      Kate said, ‘It’s been my experience that almost invariably extortionists who work alone will use plural pronouns like “we,” “us,” “our.” It’s part of their intimidation process to make the victim believe that the extortionist has more manpower than he does.’

      ‘So what you’re saying is that this could be just one man.’

      ‘I’m saying it’s a possibility.’

      ‘Is there any record of “pentad” anywhere in our files?’

      ‘Since the first murder, we have been running “Rubaco” and “pentad” every way possible,’ Kaulcrick said. ‘So far, nothing.’

      Kate said, ‘We’ve got a half dozen agents going through