'Well, the agents in L.A. made Rahman draw and describe the package. And they put together a box that Rahman says is the same size as the one he gave to Khalil, give or take an inch.'
'And?'
'And, they put metal weights in the box until Rahman felt that the weight was about the same. Muscle memory. Are you familiar-'
'Yeah. And?'
'Well, it was an interesting experiment, but it proves nothing. Nylon and plastic stock rifles are light, older rifles are heavy. Hunting rifles are long, assault rifles are shorter. There's no way to determine if that was a rifle in the package.'
'I understand that. Was this rifle long and heavy?'
'If it was a rifle, it was a long and heavy rifle.'
'Like a hunting rifle, with a scope.'
'That's right,' Jack said.
'Okay, worst-case scenario. It's a long, accurate, hunting rifle with a scope. What is Khalil going to do with it?'
'The feeling is that this was a backup in the event that Wiggins was not at home. In other words, Khalil was prepared to hunt Wiggins as he camped in the woods.'
'Really?'
'It's a theory. You have another theory?'
'Not at the moment. But I'm picturing Chip and his babe in the woods, camping out, and I'm wondering why Khalil, with new hiking duds, doesn't just go up to them and share a cup of coffee around the campfire, then casually mention that he's there to kill Chip and tell him why before he puts a forty caliber slug in his head. Capisce?'
Jack let a few seconds go by, then said, 'Wiggins, as it turns out, was camping with about a dozen friends, so Khalil-'
'Doesn't wash, Jack. Khalil would do whatever he had to do to look Chip Wiggins in the eye before he killed him.'
'Maybe. Okay, the other theory, which may make more sense, is that if this package contained a rifle, the rifle is to be used to help Khalil make his escape. For instance, if he had to take out a border patrol guy at the Mexican border, or if he got chased on the sea by a Coast Guard cutter. Something like that. He wants a long-range weapon for any situation that may arise during his escape from the U.S. ' Jack added, 'He needed an accomplice anyway-Rahman-so why not have Rahman deliver a rifle along with whatever else he delivered? Rifles are easy to buy.'
'They're not easy to hide.'
'They can be broken down. I mean, we are not discounting the possibility that Asad Khalil has a sniper rifle and that he intends to kill someone, who he would have trouble getting within pistol range of. But it really doesn't fit his stated mission or his MO. You said so yourself. Up close and personal.'
'Right. Actually, I think there was a patio furniture set in that box. You ever see how they pack that cheap shit in the discount stores? Ten-piece patio furniture set in a box no bigger than a shirt box. Six chairs, a table, umbrella, and two chaise-longes made in Taiwan. Put Slot A into Slot B. Okay, see you in D.C.'
'Right. We'll make the travel arrangements here. I'll fax the flight info to the L.A. office. Press conference is at five P.M. at J. Edgar. I know John enjoyed his last visit there. And again, congratulations to both of you on a fine job and on your engagement. You set a date yet?'
Kate replied, 'June.'
'Good. Short engagements are best. I hope I'm invited.'
'Of course you are,' Kate assured him.
I hit the Disconnect button.
Kate and I sat silently for a minute, then she said to me, 'I'm concerned about that rifle.'
'And well you should be.'
'I mean… I'm not the nervous type, but he could be gunning for us.'
'Possibly. You want to borrow the Little Italy T-shirts again?'
'The what?'
'Bulletproof vests.'
She laughed. 'You have a way with words.'
Anyway, we went back into the common area and had an informal stand-up meeting with the six people there, including Juan, Edie, and Kim. We drank some coffee, and Edie told us, 'We're getting Mr. Rahman back from L.A. in about half an hour. We're going to take him out to look for the canyon where he took Khalil to drop that bag.'
I nodded. Something about that bothered me, too. I realized that Khalil had to kill time at that early morning hour before the stores opened or whatever, but he really could have had Rahman just take him to a cheap motel. Why did he drive an hour north up the coast highway and ditch the bag?
Anyway, I didn't ask Cindy for the bulletproof vests and neither did Kate. I mean, all we were going to do today was drive around L.A. On the other hand, that may have been reason enough to have bulletproof vests. New York joke.
But Cindy did give us two nice overnight canvas bags with big FBI logos on them as souvenirs of our visit, and perhaps as a way of saying, 'We don't want to see you again.' But maybe I was projecting.
So, Kate and I put our few toiletries in our bags, and we were ready to go to the Los Angeles office. We discovered that there was no helicopter available, which is sometimes a tip-off that your stock is slipping. However, there was a car available, sans driver, and Cindy gave us the keys. Kate assured her that she knew the way. California people are really nice.
So, we all shook hands and promised to stay in touch, and we were invited back anytime, to which I replied, 'We'll be back day after tomorrow.' This had the same effect as if I'd broken wind.
Anyway, we left, found the blue government Ford Crown Victoria in the lot, and Kate slipped behind the wheel.
She seemed very excited about driving in California again, and informed me we'd take the scenic coast road to Santa Monica, via Santa Santa, then Las Santa Santos, then some other Santas. I didn't really give a rat's ass, but if she was happy, then I was happy. Right?
CHAPTER 51
We drove down this coastal highway, through Santa Oxnard, and south toward the City of Angels. The water was on our right, mountains to our left. Blue skies, blue water, blue car, Kate's blue eyes. Perfect.
Kate said it was about an hour's drive to the FBI field office on Wilshire Boulevard, near the UCLA campus in West Hollywood, and also near Beverly Hills.
I asked her, 'Why isn't the office downtown? Is there a downtown?'
'There is, but the FBI seems to prefer certain neighborhoods over others.'
'Like expensive, white, non-inner city neighborhoods.'
'Sometimes. That's why I don't like lower Manhattan. It's incredibly congested.'
'It's incredibly alive and interesting. I'm going to take you to Fraunces Tavern. You know, where Washington bid farewell to his officers. He got out on three-quarter disability.'
'And went to live in Virginia. He couldn't stand the congestion.'
So, we did the California – New York thing for a while as Kate drove. Then she asked me, 'Are you happy?'
'Beyond happy.'
'Good. You look less panicky.'
'I have surrendered to the light.' I said, 'Tell me about the L.A. office. What did you do there?'
'It was an interesting assignment. It's the third largest field office in the country. About six hundred agents.
