Black Flagged by Steven Konkoly

Author:Steven Konkoly
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-10-31T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-One

9:15 PM

FBI Headquarters, Washington D.C.

Special Agent Sharpe stood in the middle of his operations center, listening intently to the multiple streams of chatter emanating from his agents. He kept a constant eye on the screens mounted to the wall at the front of the room, and occasionally glanced at his assistant, Special Agent Mendoza, who just shook his head every time their eyes met. None of the raids had yielded a suspect, and most of the teams had reported. If they came up empty tonight, he had no idea where they could turn.

He still had Munoz, but that would quickly become a sticky situation once the lawyers figured out that he had been transferred to FBI Headquarters. According to the immunity agreement signed by the Justice Department, Munoz should be back in Hartford, closing up his coffee shops. Instead, Munoz was hopefully sitting handcuffed in the back of a van, surrounded by Boston's FBI SWAT contingent, heading across Connecticut along Interstate 95. Sharpe wasn't about to lose his only lead so quickly, especially if they come up with nothing from the raids.

As he scanned the room again, he caught Special Agent O'Reilly's eye, and she nodded discreetly, maintaining eye contact for a few seconds. Intrigued, Sharpe made his way over to her workstation. Mendoza saw the furtive transaction, and started to drift in the same direction, but Sharpe cautiously shook his head. Mendoza gave him a quick nod of acknowledgement, and returned to his previous position at the communications desk. Sharpe didn't want to draw any unwarranted attention to Special Agent O'Reilly's research, and having both of them at one workstation, huddled over a screen, wouldn't help matters. The fewer people involved, the better, and if it became necessary, he could make an argument to have O'Reilly's CIS agreement augmented to Level One.

"Did you find anything?" said Sharpe.

"Something rather interesting, but I'm not sure it's going to help. I got a hit on the INTERPOL database for Daniel Petrovich. Take a look," she said typing furiously at her keyboard, as one of her screens split into two similar images.

One contained Daniel Petrovich's driver's license image, with statistics and basic information listed below; the other screen showed a grainier image, most likely taken from a camera using a zoom lens, but there was little doubt that the two images showed the same man. INTERPOL's own system gave the match a 96% accuracy rating, and he was sure that the FBI's own facial matching software would agree.

He studied the sparse details on the INTERPOL Wanted poster.

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