said Skywatch had a government contract to provide artificial intelligence applications to enhance radar imaging. He said, “This is one of the five so-called Keyhole-class satellites that fl y above us every day. The exact specifications are classified beyond top secret, but we know a few things about them.”
“For example?” a reporter said.
“We know they travel one hundred miles above the Earth at a speed of Mach 25,” Culbertson said. “We know they cover every inch of the Earth’s surface twice a day, taking digital photos of specific locations that have been programmed into their tracking mechanism.”
“Is that what happened in this case?” the reporter asked. “Did someone hack into the satellite computer and direct it to take the pictures we just showed on live television?”
“That’s the current speculation.”
Another reporter spoke: “Dr. Culbertson, there’s a lot of argument regarding the accuracy of spy satellite imaging. What’s the truth? For example, can they effectively display a car’s license plate?”
“Under normal conditions, they have a resolution of five inches, meaning they can accurately distinguish a five-inch object on the ground.”
On the phone, I said to Callie, “Did you know that?”
“No, but if I did, I wouldn’t be telling the whole world about it.”
A different reporter asked if the surveillance satellites could be tapped by authorities to help solve other crimes.
“No,” he said. “The odds are probably impossible to one.”
“Why’s that, doctor?”
“Because,” he said, “the crime scenes would have to be programmed into the satellite’s computer at least an hour in advance of the crime.”
“So what you’re saying is, whoever’s responsible for the kidnapping—they’re the ones who breached the satellite’s security?”
“That’s what we believe, yes.”
“To what end, sir?”
“My best guess? Someone wanted to watch the kidnapping from a remote location, someone who knew ultra-secret details about the satellite’s orbit path in advance.”
“Do you suspect terrorists?”
The expert suddenly looked uncomfortable and backed away as an FBI spokesperson took over the mic. “At this time, we are unable to confirm whether the satellite breach or the abduction were terrorist events. I’m afraid we don’t have time for further questions, but we’ll keep you informed as future details develop.”
Now, back at the TV studio, the newswoman said, “For those of you who just tuned in, Homeland Security has confirmed an unauthorized breach of one of their so-called spy satellites. This particular satellite had been tracking over the Southeastern Seaboard this past Tuesday when the following images were viewed remotely by an unknown person or persons.”
On the screen behind the newswoman, they showed about forty photos in rapid sequence. For me, the pictures would have been riveting even if the abduction hadn’t involved Monica Childers, the woman Callie and I killed for Victor four days ago.
Callie said, “Do we get to keep the money for the hit?”
That was Callie, always good for a smile.
The news reporter said, “As most people in the Jacksonville area already know, Monica Childers has been the focus of one of North Florida’s most extensive searches.” Behind her, they displayed a picture of Monica’s husband, Baxter. The newscaster identified him as one of the most prominent and widely respected surgeons in North America.
“Baxter’s a big shot,” I said to Callie.
“Baxter? What channel are you watching?”
“I don’t know, one of the big three.”
“Flip till you find CNN.”
“Why?”
“They’re talking about us.”
CHAPTER 23
The station I’d been watching had shown photos that chronicled the entire event, starting with the two women jogging out of the resort entrance and ending with pictures taken from the opposite angle, as the satellite moved out over the Atlantic. The final photo showed the van turning left onto a narrow overgrown path.
But CNN had dug up a computer imaging expert who was displaying close-ups of the three people standing by the van. Baxter Childers was on a split screen with CNN news anchor, Carol Teagess.
“Dr. Childers, good as these photos are,” she said, “we still don’t have quality resolution on the faces, though we’re told Homeland Security is moments away from providing definitive photos. Are you prepared to tell us at this point whether one of these women is your wife, Monica?
“There’s no doubt in my mind,” he said. “Monica’s the one standing between the other two. The jogging outfit she’s wearing in the photographs is the same one she laid out on the chair the night before she disappeared.”
“And you said she left the hotel room early Tuesday morning while you were sleeping.”
“She always jogs around sunrise, so yes I’m usually sleeping when she gets up.”
