Karp tapped the notepad. Although open to the possibility, he hadn’t put much stock in the theory that Kane was connected to Teresa’s murder through Flanagan. It was just too big a coincidence that fourteen years ago, Stavros killed his wife and called upon Kane to help cover up the crime. If that’s true why would the murder suddenly come to light at this particular moment in time with Kane and an international terrorist group threatening?
Karp furrowed his brow and wiped his hand across his face. Let it roll, Karp. What if the trial of Emil Stavros really was part of some larger plan festering in the mind of Andrew Kane?
A distraction?
Maybe, but for what purpose? I’m not all that involved with Putin’s appearance. That’s not it, and it’s more than just a distraction aimed at me and the feds…. Emil Stavros has to know that it’s Kane pulling the strings that has placed him in jeopardy. Why wouldn’t he try to make a deal with us in exchange for helping us catch Kane?
Karp’s conscious and subconscious minds jumped to the same conclusion. Kane is blackmailing Stavros to help him…something to do with the murder. Something that could put him away, if it fell into the “right” hands.
But Stavros is already dead meat.
That might be the literal truth. Would Kane leave him alive? But I think Guma and I surprised them. I think Stavros was told not to worry about it, as long as he cooperated, he would be acquitted…that’s why the little smile at the beginning of the trial.
Why would Kane need Stavros?
Stavros is a banker. Criminal masterminds need bankers, secret accounts, wire transfers. Cash.
Okay. So Kane has blackmailed Stavros into helping him…something to do with banks…but what?
Revenge?
What’s that got to do with banks?
Bank robbery?
Using terrorists?
Then money to pay for terrorists to help Kane do something else? Kill me and my family? I don’t know.
Don’t let your ego get in the way of your brain, Karp. So al Qaeda, which by the way is loaded with oil money, is so impoverished and eager to help kill you that first they murder a half dozen schoolchildren and another half dozen officers of the law, then a former Catholic archbishop, a former detective, a couple more New York cops, then two Homeland Security agents, and the police chief of the Taos Pueblo, then another…at last count… dozen feds…Oh, and let’s not forget between ten and twenty-it was difficult to tell from the pieces-hostages and captors in Aspen.
Not to mention all the attempts on my family and friends. Okay. Okay. I get it. This is more than vengeance aimed at me.
Brilliant, my dear Holmes! But the questions remain. What? When?
Karp tapped his finger on the notepad again. It reminded him of watching Guma doodle on his own notepad in court after lunch the day before as they waited for the judge. He’d written the word
Stalling. Anderson had been so desperate to stretch the trial to Monday, knowing there’d be no delays after that. So it was important to make sure there was no way Stavros would be in prison this weekend.
Which means it’s not Putin the terrorists and Kane are after…
His eyes caught sight of the white king. Nope. We’re not talking the terrorists being after the white king of the Jews here, Karp, my man…
Karp grabbed the telephone and punched in the cell phone number of Special-Agent-in-Charge S. P. Jaxon. “Espey, I know this is going to sound like it’s coming out of the blue, but we’ve got it all wrong,” he said. “I think it’s the Pope they’re after. And if I’m right, it’s going to be inside St. Patrick’s. We have a mole in security inside that church. It’s the same problem we had starting with Michael Grover, the traitor bastard responsible for the slaughter of those children and cops and Fulton getting shot.”
“Hold on a second,” Jaxon said. “I’m outside the cathedral standing near one of the television trucks. There, that’s better. What do you mean…did you get new information?”
“No, just looking at old information in a new way,” Karp replied and explained how he’d come to his conclusions.
“I have to admit, it makes sense,” Jaxon said. “I’ll run it by Ellis.”
“No.”
“What?”
“It’s your call, but I’d like to keep this to as few people as we can trust with our lives,” Karp said. “I don’t know how much I trust Ellis, but for sure I don’t know him well enough that I’d put my life in his hands. Do you?”
There was silence and then, “No.”
“It’s just we all know there’s a mole in his agency or yours, maybe both,” Karp said. “So let’s just keep this as quiet as possible…need-to-know basis only…. Hey, I’ve always wanted to say that. Who’s in charge of the inside security?”
“Vic Hodges,” Jaxon said. “Former ATF agent, works for Homeland Security now. He was in Aspen. He has an HS team working with him.”
“Yeah, I think Lucy mentioned him,” Karp said. “She doesn’t like him much.”
“He’s a little strange,” Jaxon agreed. “But I did a background on him after Aspen…don’t tell Ellis. He seems straight up. Has a wife and kid in the Midwest. Decorated. Shot in the line of duty…twice. Was deep undercover in an Aryan gang. Bound to be a little weird.”
“Why is he doing the security?”
“He can recognize Samira Azzam and some of her associates. If they somehow manage to get in as part of the spectators or the church types-there’s a bunch of them-he’s seen their faces. I also have a few of my guys inside…. Think we ought to tell the Pope’s people to call this off?”
Karp thought about it. “Tough question. But what would we tell them? There might, or might not be, a plot against the Pope by a supposedly dead psychopath and his gang of cutthroat Islamic terrorists? We don’t really know how they plan to get past security or how they plan to pull this off. If I’m even right about this.”
“The Pope would be safe.”
“And every time anybody wanted to throw a panic into the public and force us to live in holes, they make a threat…viable or not. And if Kane is alive, this might be our best chance to bring him out, as well as Azzam and any Russian involvement.”
“Do we have a right to risk the life of the spiritual leader for a billion or so people? The consequences of something happening to the Pope are enormous.”
“I realize that. Maybe we could quietly get word to his top security guy and just let him know that the threat has increased today more than it was yesterday.”
“I might be able to do that. And to be honest, if the target is the Pope, it would be easier to try something outside the cathedral, maybe when his motorcade is on the way to the airport. Security around St. Patrick’s is going to be tighter than a rusted nut for blocks around the cathedral. No one in without law enforcement or church credentials, or VIP passes is going to be allowed on the streets within three blocks of the cathedral. No pedestrians. No cars that aren’t official. As far as the adoring masses, this is a media event. The mayor’s office is installing giant-screen televisions on the streets for all the pre-, during, and post-ceremony action.”
Karp picked up the evidence bag. “Yeah, you’re probably right. But then what’s Stavros’s role?”
“He’s home with an electronic bracelet, isn’t he?” Jaxon asked.
“Yeah…so maybe this is something he can do on a computer from home,” Karp said.
“What if there was a sudden brownout that affected his electricity only?” Jaxon said.
Karp laughed. “I thought you guys didn’t do that sort of thing anymore.”
“Vee half vays, my friend,” Jaxon said. “What about you? Going to stay home now?”
“Nope,” Karp said. “My kid…Lucy…is already at the cathedral with her boyfriend, and soon so will two thousand more people. Marlene’s going. You couldn’t stop her with a cathedral full of terrorists. This is her one and only chance to get that up close and personal with His Holiness. So I want to be there if anything happens.
