The Whole Truth (37 page)
“There’re video cameras mounted on poles all along the highway here,” Shaw had explained. “They’re as much to address accidents and traffic backups as they are about Big Brother watching, but they’re very useful for what we want to do.”
On another screen was the video Shaw had taken of Katie talking to Pender with the LED clock readout also clearly visible.
“Okay,” Shaw said. “Start the highway video at the same time as the film that I shot of Katie and the clock.”
The videos started up and the time ticked away. At midnight there was still traffic on the Dulles Toll Road. D.C. was just that kind of place. But it wasn’t bumper to bumper.
“There’s the starting position of the cell signal burn,” Frank pointed out on the screen.
“Looks like the cars are going about sixty-five,” Shaw estimated. “So a minute a mile.” He looked at the video of Katie and the LED clock.
He told Royce, “As soon as Frank told me they’d picked up the signal on the highway and that the guy was moving, I had Katie do the ‘pull the car off the road’ maneuver. That was three minutes and three seconds into the conversation.”
Royce nodded. “So about three miles of drive time.”
“I thought I could hear the squeal of tires on the cell phone when I told him,” Katie said. “And a horn too.”
“We’re coming up on that time slice now,” Shaw noted. He paused. “Five, four, three, two.”
He broke off and everyone stared at the video of the highway.
“There!” Royce snapped. He was pointing to the far left lane where a black Mercedes swerved into the middle lane, nearly hitting a pickup truck.
Frank spoke into a headset. “Zoom in on the black Mercedes that almost took out that truck. And then freeze it.”
A few moments later the image of the Mercedes grew in size until it nearly took up the entire screen. Unfortunately, the angle wasn’t great; the driver, though clearly a man—something they already knew—wasn’t completely visible.
“White guy,” Shaw observed. “Thin, a little gray in the hair, but the doorjamb is hiding his face. Looks like he’s on the phone.”
“So are probably ninety percent of the people on that road,” Katie said.
Frank gave instructions to the tech and they tried it from different angles but without much success.
Shaw said, “Keep the film rolling. He pulled off after Katie spoke to him. We might get a good look at him or his license plate.”
Unfortunately, that did not turn out to be the case. The Mercedes
had
pulled off, leaving at the next exit, but any more images had been blocked by other traffic. They couldn’t see the man or the license plate once he left the highway.
“It’s a black Mercedes S500,” Frank said. “That narrows it down some. We’ll assume it’s registered in D.C., Maryland, or Virginia and start looking at motor vehicle records.”
Katie said, “This is a very affluent area. I think you’re going to find more S500s than you think. And you’re just assuming it’s from the area. It could be from any state, because we couldn’t see the license plate. You might be talking hundreds or thousands of people.”
“She’s right,” Royce said.
“We might have an easier way,” Shaw said. “It’s a
toll
road.”
Frank snapped his fingers. “They’ll have a camera there to record people who don’t pay. And if they don’t, dollars to donuts he’s got an electronic toll-paying device. That’ll give us a record.”
“How can you be so sure he pays his tolls electronically?” Royce asked.
“An S500 costs over a hundred grand. You spend that much on a ride, you’re not gonna be digging through your fancy pockets for quarters.”
Royce said, “But isn’t there a chance that the car swerved to avoid an accident? And isn’t connected to this at all?”
“And then shoots off the highway at the same time Katie tells the guy to on the phone? No, it’s him,” said Shaw. “You heard the tires squeal and a horn blare and the time sequence was dead-on with the film I shot.”
“We can check with the toll people and get a record for that booth at”—Frank glanced at the clock—“Four minutes past midnight.” He looked back at the highway film. “That’s the Wiehle Avenue exit off the Toll Road.”
“We get this guy and it’s all over,” Royce said. “We arrest him, extradite him back to London, and bloody well put him and his cohorts away forever.”
“Right,” Frank agreed.
Katie glanced nervously at Shaw. He was looking away from them, his expression stony.
I don’t see it that way
, thought Shaw.
I
T HAD TAKEN
the selling of stocks and bonds, the liquidation of retirement funds, the pilfering of corporate accounts, and the rifling of safety deposit boxes, but Pender had raised the twenty million. He rose early on the second day after he had spoken to Katie James. He would now make arrangements for the wire transfer. He was desperately hoping the bonus from Creel would be closer to eight figures to compensate him for this unforeseen out-of-pocket expense. After that, he prayed he could put this whole ugly business behind him.
Divorced with two children in college and another a high school senior at an elite private school in Washington, Pender lived in a mansion in McLean, Virginia, home of many of the Washington area’s politically famous, or infamous, depending on one’s perspective. He loved his freedom, was immersed in his work, and his only sexual encounters were of the random variety, occasionally involving a young female employee trying to get a leg up in more ways than one. He preferred it that way—no commitments. He had never understood why a man as smart as Nicolas Creel would keep marrying women whose heads contained about as much brain matter as their breasts.
He had the twenty million, it was true, and he would wire it out. But what if James went ahead and wrote the story? Or what if she asked for more money? Or, even worse, what if Creel found out?
It will work. It has to.
He showered, dressed, gulped down a glass of orange juice, grabbed his briefcase, and headed out.
When he reached his garage, Dick Pender’s world suddenly turned black.
He awoke several hours later, on a cot in a small room. The only light came from a bright, shadeless lamp on a table. As he sat up and slowly looked around he could sense someone was in here with him, behind the wash of light from the lamp. He put his hand up to shield his eyes from the glare.
“What the hell is going on?” he said as bravely as he could, which wasn’t brave at all really as his voice cracked, his lips quivered, and he was nearly hyperventilating.
The big, angry-looking man stepped out from behind the light and Pender immediately shrank back against the wall.
A voice came at Pender from somewhere, he wasn’t sure.
“We only brought you here to keep you safe.”
The door opened, the overhead lights came on, and Pender found himself blinking rapidly. His face sagged when he saw who’d entered the room.
“You?” Pender said.
“Me,” Nicolas Creel answered as Caesar stood silently behind him.
W
HILE APPARENTLY
the government could spy on its citizens without benefit of a court-issued search warrant, determining whether a certain car had gone through a certain tollgate at a certain time was far more problematic. Shaw and the others found out that the video camera at the tollbooth Pender had taken was not working. Apparently so many motorists had run the booth without paying, been filmed, gotten a fine in the mail, and refused to pay it that the highway folks had simply given up. Now the camera was there as a deterrent, they were told. However, everyone knew it wasn’t functioning because a local newspaper had done a story on it, and so there went the deterrent.
Frank had next checked with the electronic toll payment company. They had balked at giving out the information to him, despite his credentials. He had summoned assistance from the police in Virginia. Armed with this official backing, another attempt had been made to get the information. Then they were told that there apparently had been a server glitch, electronic bug, or inadvertent file wipeout that happened from time to time. They were working on it and would get back to them.
“Get back to us!” screamed Frank over the phone. “Get back to us? The whole freaking world is about to go up in smoke and you’ll get back to us?”
The woman on the other end of the line told Frank that she didn’t care for his tone and they were doing the best they could, but that computers were not perfect.
“Well, honey,” Frank said, “by the time this is all over and the world has come to an end, who’ll give a shit about imperfect computers?”
The woman apparently had not been listening but rather reading from her script. She told Frank to have a nice day and if he had any other questions or concerns they’d be happy to help because customer service was their number one priority.
Frank slammed down the phone and would’ve ripped the hair off his head if he had any left.
He looked at the others. “Now what? We just wait for the first nuke to launch?”
Royce shrugged. “What’s the alternative?”
Shaw rose. “We do a little digging on our own.”
Frank said, “What kind of digging?”
“In the dirt,” Shaw answered as he closed the door behind him.
Katie looked at the other two men.
“What’s with him?” Royce wanted to know.
“He’s been through a lot,” she said defensively.
“We’ve
all
been through a lot,” snarled Frank.
Katie didn’t hear this. She’d already hurried out after Shaw. She caught up with him as he strode down the hall.
“Shaw?”
He stopped, waited for her to catch up.
“What are you going to do?” she asked.
“Just like I said. Dig.” He started walking again.
She had to skip along to keep up with his long strides.
“But how, where? It’s not like you can just pull this guy out of a hat.”
“You never know.”
“Do you have to be so damn secretive? Because let me just tell you, it’s frustrating as hell.” She put a hand on his arm. “And can you please stop for a sec? I haven’t run a marathon in a while.”
He faced her. “I’m not asking for you to help.”
“I know,” she said more calmly. “But I
want
to help. I thought we could flush this guy out with my plan.”
Shaw’s angry features cleared. “Your plan was great, Katie. And we almost got him that way.”
“So can I help? I mean, I don’t have anything else to do right now. And the whole ‘world at stake’ thing, you know.” She attempted a smile.
“Okay, do you have any ideas?”
“All we have is that video of the car. And I think it’s worth another look. We might have missed something.”
Shaw finally shrugged. “I’ll scrounge up a copy and we can go through it again.”’
“A copy? Why not just go back and watch it with Royce and Frank?”
Shaw didn’t answer her. He was already walking back down the hall.
C
REEL HELD UP A SMALL RECORDER
. He turned it on and Pender listened to his phone conversation with Katie James all over again.
A gray-faced Pender said weakly, “You knew about it?”
“Of course I
knew
about it, Dick. I know everything. You should have realized that by now.”
Pender started to sputter. “I was just trying to take care of it without bothering you, Mr. Creel. I have the money. It’s all ready to go.”
“I appreciate your effort, I really do. The problem with the blog was unfortunate, however. I would’ve hoped with the amount of money I was paying you that that would not have happened. But such is life. The unexpected sometimes comes along. I know that as well as any man living.”
“But once we pay her—”
Creel stopped him. “Unfortunately it’s not that simple. I seriously doubt that someone like Katie James suddenly cares that much about money. I researched the woman thoroughly before deciding to use her in my little plan. Years ago she could’ve made a fortune becoming a morning TV news personality for any of the major networks, but she refused. She cares more about the story than she does about money. So no, not even twenty million dollars will change that picture.”
“Then why did she contact me?’
“To get you to call her. When Ms. James told you to pull off the road, my friend here tells me you almost ran off the highway.”
Pender stared at Caesar. “He was following me?”
“Just answer the question, Dick.”
“Yes, I did. It was unnerving. It was like she was watching me.”
“Someone
was
watching you, Dick. And it wasn’t just me.”
“What are you talking about? Who was watching me?”
“There are cameras all over the toll road. She made that comment to get you to react. And you did. Now they look at the video, time the conversation, and they see you almost wreck at the precise instant James said what she did. That way they
can
pinpoint the
car
.”
Caesar added, “And then she told you to pull off. And you did. Right through the tollgate.”
“Oh my God. They could be at my house right now. It’s been two days. I . . .”
“Calm down, Dick. If the road cameras had gotten a clear shot of you, you’d already be under arrest. So it obviously didn’t.”
“But the toll. I paid electronically. There’ll be a record.”
“Fortunately, we learned of this development in time. I had some of my best hackers target the firm that operates the electronic toll pay. Quite soon after you went through the gate, they suffered a complete crash of their recordation system.”
Pender let out a relieved breath. “As usual, you thought of everything.”
“Now I need you to do something for me.”
“Anything.”
“We’ll have to shut the entire project down. Right now. I want you to tell your employees in the war room to go home. We’re going to clear it out of everything that shows your connection to the Red Menace.”
“My people can do that, Mr. Creel. I can make the call right now.”
“In light of recent events, I’d prefer my people to handle the cleanup. I’m sure you understand.”