As Wethers tapped his headset to pass along instructions, Brognola unwrapped another of his cigars. He began working it between his fingers as he turned to Delahunt.
“Anything on that arms deal Ahmet was involved in when he was arrested? Was he buying or selling?”
“Buying,” Delahunt responded.
“You’re following the money?”
Delahunt nodded. “It took some doing but we’ve traced the currency back to an offshore account in the Caymans. The bank there is stonewalling, but we’ve got records on them brokering a lot of action with heavyweights in the Middle East, including a Lebanese financier who’s been funding Hezbollah training camps in the Bekaa Valley.”
Brognola frowned. “That reporter Phoenix just freed from Hamas…Wasn’t he looking into an angle about Lebanon being in the loop on those nuclear materials Iran is shuttling out of the country?”
“Now that you mention it, yeah,” Delahunt replied. “You think these training camps might figure in?”
“Worth looking into,” Brognola said.
“Hold on,” Kurtzman interjected. “Let me make sure I’m following this. We’re saying Iran’s moving nuclear materials to Lebanon by way of Iraq and Syria?”
“That’s what Ferris claims,” Brognola said. “I haven’t had a look at his sources or what kind of intel he’s working with, but that’s the corridor he’s talking about.”
“But do you see what I’m getting at?” Kurtzman said. “The northern provinces in Iraq are al Qaeda strongholds these days. Syria’s underworld is run by Hamas. And in Lebanon we’ve got Hezbollah calling the shots. Granted, those folks all would like nothing better than to see us flushed down the toilet, but it’s not like they’re working hand-in-hand.”
“Or are they?” Barbara Price spoke up. “It’s not like Ferris is some crackpot. He’s got a track record for solid reporting, so if he’s putting this out as some cooperative effort, we need to start rethinking a few things.”
“None of them good,” Brognola added. “Factionalism between those groups has always been one thing holding them in check. The last thing we need is them rallying behind the same game plan.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Kurtzman piped in over the gurgling of his coffeemaker. “And the idea of those groups breaking bread together is bad enough. Throw nukes into the mix and…I don’t even want to go there.”
Brognola nodded gravely. The implications of Walter Ferris’s news story had a bearing not only on the situation in the Middle East but the one in California, as well.
“Kouri Ahmet is Lebanese,” he recalled, thinking out loud. “If you’re going to lump him in with some terrorist outfit, it’s Hezbollah or Hamas. But if it turns out he’s in cahoots with that al Qaeda cell in L.A., that already proves half of Ferris’s theory.”
“Hang on, everyone,” Akira Tokaido interrupted. While the others had been brainstorming, he’d been clicking away at his keyboard, culling through the Farm’s databases for cross-links between Ahmet and a possible transport conduit between Iran and Lebanon. He’d found something.
“Get this,” the young hacker told his counterparts. “Ahmet trained in Bekaa Valley at a Hezbollah camp near Baalbek. I’ve got the place linked to funding from a Lebanese financier named Nasrallah Kassem. That ring a bell with anyone?”
“Here,” Delahunt said. “That’s the money guy behind those accounts in the Caymans I was just talking about.”
“I’ve heard of him, too,” Brognola said. “Yes, he’s a Hezbollah sympathizer, but he’s made his fortune off the Tokyo Stock Exchange and deals in the Far East.”
“Meaning he gets around, same as Ahmet,” Delahunt said.
“See what you can find on Kassem’s Pac-Rim dealings and run them through the Caymans mix,” Brognola suggested.
“Will do,” Delahunt responded.
Tokaido interrupted again. “Before we go there, can we stay focused on Lebanon for a minute?”
“You have something else?” Brognola asked.
“I’ve got nothing on Ahmet’s movements for a week prior to his arrest,” Tokaido responded, referring to one of the tracking files he’d just called up. “But I’ve got a blip from CIA putting him in Lebanon last Tuesday. Baalbek to be exact.”
“His old training ground,” Delahunt murmured.
“Right,” Tokaido said. “And I’m guessing Kassem has a home in the city there. Or at least some kind of office.”
“Easy enough to find out,” Delahunt said.
“Let’s do that,” Brognola suggested.
“I don’t know what the game plan is for Phoenix now that they’ve wrapped up in Damascus,” Tokaido said, “but Baalbek’s just on the other side of the mountains.”
“I hear you,” Brognola said. As the big Fed wandered over to the far wall, Price glanced at Tokaido and offered a taunting smile.
“What, you’re after my job, Akira?” she teased.
“No way,” Tokaido said, grinning back. “I’m just after some brownie points and a little something extra in my Christmas stocking.”
By the time Brognola had reached the monitor depicting a world map, Kurtzman had already read the SOG director’s mind and zoomed the graphic to focus on a large, detailed view of the border linking Lebanon with Syria. Brognola studied the map a moment, then turned back to the others.
“Okay,” he began, “we’ve got Ahmet in Baalbek a week ago and in La Paz a few days later. It stands to reason he flew out of Lebanon and stopped off in the Caymans to pick up the cash for the arms deal. Carmen, go ahead and run with that. Factor in Kassem but try to find who Ahmet’s contact there was. Airline checks, hotels, cab logs…the whole nine yards.”
“Got it,” Delahunt said.
Brognola turned to Tokaido. “I heard you and, yes, you’ll get your brownie points and stocking stuffers. Sending Phoenix into Lebanon is definitely the way to go.”
Tokaido grinned and pumped a fist. “Yo! The kid rocks!”
“Have McCarter packet any hard copy intel over to Fisk at the CIA branch in Damascus,” Brognola told Price. “Apprise them on what we’ve come up with, then put them on the move, ASAP. If word’s gotten out about us taking out that Hamas team, there are going to be a lot of shredders working overtime trying to destroy evidence. Hopefully, Phoenix can get there quick enough to find us something.”
“Where do you want them to focus first?” Price asked. “Kassem or the training camp?”
“The camp,” Brognola said. “It’s probably a reach, but with any luck, Kassem will be there and we can kill two birds with one stone.”
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