Enigma (FBI Thriller #21)(7)
He heard another canister slam into the van through the shattered back window. Chan knew it wasn’t another flash bang when he heard it hissing out some kind of aerosol and heard Benz and Otter wheezing and coughing. The gas would get to him through the wire cage in seconds.
Chan pressed the power button on his sat phone, punched in the emergency number and yelled, “We’re down! We’re down! One mile from Lee! We’re down!” He felt the world fading, and there was nothing he could do about it. He watched smoke rise in a skinny gray funnel from beneath the hood as the sat phone dropped from his hand.
He heard someone’s voice outside the van, shouting orders. How many were there? It didn’t matter, nothing he could do mattered anymore. Chan wondered if the gas, or whatever it was, was going to kill him. He didn’t want to die, he wanted to stay with Liddy and the kids—
3
CRIMINAL APPREHENSION UNIT, CAU
HOOVER BUILDING
WASHINGTON, D.C.
MONDAY AFTERNOON
When Savich invited Special Agent Cam Wittier to move over to the CAU from the Criminal Division, there was no question in her mind it was a good move, though her chief had cursed Savich out for stealing her. She knew it was going to be an easy transition for her since she already knew most of the CAU agents and liked them, and they seemed to like her and think she was a good addition. She’d long admired the unit and what they did, just as she admired CAU chief Dillon Savich, occasionally even wished he wasn’t married to her kickboxing partner, Sherlock. She did wonder, though, if he would have invited her into the unit if she hadn’t managed to solve the Starlet Slasher murders two weeks before in L.A. She wasn’t about to float that question. She doubted she ever would.
It was twelve thirty on a bright Monday afternoon in July, an oven outside, but inside the Hoover Building the AC was pumping along fine. It was officially her first day in her new unit. She’d left the personnel department only a few minutes ago and paused a moment in the doorway, uncertain. All five agents working in-house looked up from their computers and their cells, stopped their conversations, smiled at her, waved, welcomed her. Shirley, the unit secretary, hugged her and showed her to the desk of Special Agent Dane Carver, who’d recently transferred to the Los Angeles Field Office, with his professor wife and baby daughter. L.A. was a meaty assignment in the bank-robbery capital of the country, but Cam preferred the CAU. She spoke to everyone, listened, laughed. She didn’t see Sherlock, but she did see her new boss, Dillon Savich, through his office windows, alternately speaking on his cell and typing on his laptop MAX. He looked up, smiled at her.
She was soon drinking a mug of black coffee and leaning over Agent Ruth Noble’s shoulder reading a report from Walt Monaco, SAC of the Richmond Field Office, about Liam Hennessey, aka Manta Ray, and his escape from the U.S. Marshals only a mile out from their destination—Lee Penitentiary in Pennington Gap, Virginia, the high-security federal prison.
He’d escaped only three hours before, and Monaco had already mobilized the local FBI office and coordinated with local law enforcement to begin the manhunt.
Agent Ruth Noble looked up and put her hand over her cell phone. “Give me a minute, Cam, then we can discuss this mess. It’s my son Rafe—he’s suffering girlfriend problems.”
Cam nodded, waited until Ruth punched off. Though she wasn’t a stranger here in her new home, she knew better than to rush into things like she usually did back in the Criminal Division. What happened? Let’s get this moving; let’s go! She said with an easy smile, “Girlfriends can be tough. What’d you tell Rafe?”
“I told him to speak to his father.” Ruth gave Cam a fat smile. “I told him his father knows everything about girls—well, just about everything, can’t overdo—and he should do whatever his father says. Now I’ll call Dix, warn him, so he’ll have time to come up with the right approach.”
Cam laughed. She liked Ruth, knew a bit of her history. She’d married the sheriff of Maestro, Virginia, and become a mother to his two teenage sons. Ruth, she’d heard, had a target group of local informants in her back pocket, most gathered when she’d been a detective with Metro. It was one of her informants who’d called to tell them where Manta Ray was hiding in Alexandria on the day of the robbery.
Savich stepped out of his office. “Cam, welcome to the CAU. I’m glad you’re here.” He raised his voice to get everyone’s attention. “As you know, we have a situation. I sent all of you Walt’s report on Manta Ray’s escape. Come into the conference room, I’ve got some new information, and we need to go over what happened.”
Ollie Hamish, Savich’s second-in-command, asked, “Where’s Sherlock?”
“It’s her yearly physical, and yes, I ordered her to keep it with the promise I’d fill her in on everything later.”
When everyone was seated around the CAU conference table, Savich said, “Walt is in charge of the local manhunt. He and his people in Richmond are gearing up to cover all the roads for Manta Ray and the men who took him. Marshal Chan Michaels, the driver of the transport van, told officials at the scene he wasn’t sure how many men staged the escape. He and the other two guards were incapacitated almost immediately by a flash bang and some sort of knockout gas. So our only physical evidence is what’s left of the flash bangs and the housing for the chemical agent they used. They’re trying to identify it now.