Witness To Death. Dave White
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“I will tell you something. I will give you a piece of free information. And when you find I’m right, you’ll come back to me,” Ibrahim said.
Callahan waited, widening his eyes so they knew he was intrigued. Manfra leaned against the van, sniffed, and wiped at his nose.
“The man who planned this. He is an angry man,” Ibrahim said. “Omar Thabata. He contacted us through our mosque in Irivington. We’ve not been in touch since.”
“I’ve never heard of him,” Callahan said. “If he’s as dangerous as you make him sound, he’d be in our database. Like you two idiots.”
Manfra shook his head, then wiped his nose again.
“We were told we could contact him in Jersey City. Where he lives.” Ibrahim rattled off an address in Jersey City, another mosque. “I’ve only met him once. When I picked up—”
“Shut up!” Al-Fariq screamed. Ibrahim listened this time.
Turned out Ibrahim wanted to cut a deal to stay out of Guantanamo. He’d heard the stories of military prisons and wanted nothing to do with them. He was supposed to die at the airport that day. For his cause. Not be tortured by Americans. He wanted to cut a deal to go to Newark State Penitentary.
Not that the inmates would treat him any better. But Ibrahim didn’t need to know that at the moment.
The following Thursday, Callahan and two feds raided a mosque in Jersey City. Omar wasn’t there. But his name started to pop up in emails and phone taps. There were whispers of him. Informants said he was planning something big, but it had to be foolproof, something that wouldn’t fail. He would wait until the right moment.
But Callahan didn’t remain on the case. Weller reassigned him, put him undercover, doctored the files to make it look like he went back to the CIA and Afghanistan. His file said he was killed in the line of duty three weeks later. His superiors didn’t even know he existed.
The DHS was a nebulous part of the government. It controlled many different agencies, such as the Secret Service, the Coast Guard and Customs and Border Protection. Weller sold Callahan on the job, saying how easy it’d be to hide one person in a bureaucracy and have him get the dirty work done. Callahan assumed there were others like him throughout the country, but never asked about it.
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And Omar Thabata had remained just a name, until tonight.
“What the hell have you gotten yourself into?” Candy said, when she got him on the line.
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”
“What do you need?”
“Omar Thabata. Weller gave me an address of a mosque where he’d been seen last. Maybe two weeks ago. I wanted to see if you had anything more recent.”
Candy took a deep breath. He’d heard that sound too many times over the years. Every time he was in a tough spot and called her for help, she’d take a deep breath and get him the answer he needed.
“We haven’t heard a peep from him. No emails. No phone calls. He went off the grid,” she said.
Callahan took a deep breath himself. “I saw him tonight.” He told her about the meeting he was supposed to witness, and then what happened on the docks.
“So, I guess he’d be an important guy to catch up with.” He could hear Candy’s smug smile in her voice.
“Good guess.”
“Well, how’d you find out where he’d be tonight?”
“A friend.”
“You try asking that friend again?”
“Probably not in my best interest at the moment.”
“I’ll talk to Duffy. See what we can find out.”
“I said the same thing to Weller,” Callahan said. “I want to talk to her.”
“What’d he say?”
“Not to. Plausible deniability.”
Candy said, “I thought I heard Duffy mention you by name once.”
Callahan felt cold. “Probably not. You want, ask Weller if you can talk to her about me. I’m going to try the mosque after I run another errand. I want to catch them off guard in the middle of the night. If you find anything out before then, let me know.”
Sixty-three dollars later, Ranjit dropped him off a block away from where he’d left his car earlier in the evening. He could see the yellow tape and flood lights the cops had set up around the waterfront. Uniforms and guys in long jackets milled around near an ambulance, where two paramedics lifted three body bags into the back. Callahan walked in their direction.
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