“I don’t believe you.”
“Then fuck you. This man’s son was murdered by Blackthorne, and he took a tremendous risk leaving this stuff with me right before he quit his job, packed up, and fled the city. So, if you want it, let’s talk about a deal. If you don’t, stop wasting my time.”
He had no response to that. Maybe if he couldn’t say something nasty, he said nothing at all.
“The research he gave me includes taped interviews with Tony Blackmon. I haven’t heard all the material, but in what I heard, he talks about Thorne’s background and the things that drove him over the cliff. He calls him Cy, by the way. Did you know that?”
Still no response. I had either shamed him into silence, which had to be hard to do, or he was interested.
“He talks about Thorne’s motives and his own motives. According to the reporter’s notes, he also gives names and dates and describes a bunch of the group’s illegal operations. If this is what you’re writing about, you want this stuff, and there is nowhere else to get it. Blackmon is dead.” I listened closely to the silence and heard what I had hoped to hear. He was breathing faster. He was interested.
“Can you at least let me hear some of it?”
I had brought the envelope with me. I had not let it out of my sight since I’d been entrusted with its care. I pulled the recorder from my backpack, turned it on, and let it run until I heard Blackmon’s voice. I held the phone close to the speaker and let it run for about thirty seconds. I turned it off. “Convinced?”
“How much tape do you have?”
“Two tapes, probably four hours. Plus a lot of additional notes and research. You can have it all.”
There was another long pause, and I was sick of hanging on his every word and breath, so I turned it back on him. “Do you have the Dell with the files?”
“I have the Dell and I looked for the files, but I didn’t find anything that looked like them.”
I went over to where Felix was working and found the Wendy’s napkin. “Check the serial number on the unit.” I read Drazen’s notes to Kraft.
“That’s it,” he said.
That was troubling. The computer without the files would be very bad news, indeed. “You didn’t find anything?”
“I looked.”
“Hold on.” I covered the phone. “Felix, if these files were on an encrypted hard drive, would you be able to see them without the token?”
“No. The operating system wouldn’t even load.”
Back to Kraft. “You wouldn’t necessarily see them.”
“Who are you talking to?”
“My computer guy, and don’t even start with me. He is completely reliable. He believes Vladi’s computer must have had an encrypted hard drive, which means you would need a key or a token to access them or even to see them.” I went to look over Felix’s shoulder. “Pull up that screen again, Felix.”
He pulled up the picture of the KryptoDisk system. “Look on the side of the unit. Is there a slot there?”
“Yeah.”
Felix cupped his hand to whisper to me. “It’s just a standard PMC slot. That could be for a modem or a networking card or…”
I walked out of his range. I didn’t need to complicate matters with the truth.
“If you don’t have the key,” I said, “you can’t get to the files.”
“Okay. Do you have the key?”
“No, but that shouldn’t matter. It sounds as if Drazen has a way to get in. He wasn’t concerned about the key, just the machine. Bring it to me in Boston, and I’ll have all your materials waiting.”
“I can’t give you the computer, even if it does have your files. I already told you, it has the e-mails on it from the Martyr’s Brigade. I need them for my story.”
“Your story on Cyrus Thorne?”
“Yes.”
I still didn’t understand what e-mails from the Martyrs had to do with Thorne, and I was tired of being in the dark. “I need to know what you’re writing about.”
“No.”
“Tell me what the story is about or, I swear—”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Swear to God, Kraft—”
“You don’t want to know. Believe me, you don’t.”
“I swear to you I will burn this stuff to ashes and it will be gone forever because, let me just say this again, Tony Blackmon is dead.”
He was going to give me the answer. I knew he would. I was just trying to make it sooner rather than later.
“Fine,” he said. “You want to know the big secret?”
“Yes.”
“Here it is. Here’s the big secret.” Even then, when he had me right on the edge, he waited.
“Kraft—”
“It was staged.” The words popped out like a hiccup. “What was staged?”
“The hijacking.”
“The hi—” It sank in. “Salanna 809 was staged?”
“Planned, funded, and directed by Americans. The group that did it is Blackthorne. The e-mails prove it.” He didn’t sound crazy. He was an award-winning investigative journalist, yet what he was saying sounded like crazy talk to me. “Are you making this up?”
“No.”
“Why would Blackthorne hijack that plane?”
“They didn’t. They hired the Martyr’s Brigade to do it, and it wasn’t really a hijacking. Thorne considered it an extraction. A complicated one, but an extraction nonetheless. It was called Operation Peloton.”
“Who were they extracting?”
“Ali al-Badat. He was a prisoner in Pakistan.”
Pakistan…al-Badat. This was familiar. I got out my notebook and flipped back to my conversation with Lyle. That seemed like years ago. “Right. I remember this. They caught al-Badat when they were looking for someone else.”
“That’s right. Musharraf had just declared his support for the U.S., which was about as popular with his Muslim constituency as bikinis. There was rioting in the streets, burning of the U.S. flag. The military opposed him. His intelligence people were plotting against him. It was tense. In the middle of all this, he stumbled across al-Badat, the people’s sheikh. He was popular, charismatic, articulate, and fully capable of destabilizing the pro-West secular government of Pakistan. They couldn’t put him on trial. They couldn’t kill him and turn him into a martyr, and they couldn’t let him walk. What do you do?”
“Organize a hijacking?”
“Right. Put on a bit of geopolitical theater and pretend to force Musharraf’s hand.”
Something was trying to make sense. “Was Stephen Hoffmeyer part of this?”
“Hoffmeyer was the Blackthorne operative onboard. It was his operation.”
“Is that why Hoffmeyer disappeared?”
“What happened wasn’t his fault. They had a mechanical problem with the plane—”
“Hydraulics.”
“He ended up in the wrong country with no support. Thorne hung him out to dry.”
“And because of him, nine innocent hostages died, a whole lot of other lives were screwed up, and a perfectly good aircraft was destroyed. Pardon me if I don’t feel a lot of sympathy for the guy.”
“Things got out of hand, obviously. That’s what’s in the files. It’s post-operation communication between Blackthorne and the Martyrs. The terrorists took computers from the victims and used them for—”
“Their own purposes,” I said. “I got all that a long time ago. What kind of communication?”
“Let’s just say the Martyrs didn’t plan on losing eight of their people. Thorne also wouldn’t pay them the rest of their fee. He considered the operation a failure. You could say there was some cyber-discussion afterward between the Martyrs and Blackthorne.”
“All right, look. I agree it’s a big story. I’m all in favor of helping you take down Cyrus Thorne. So copy off your notes or your secret files or whatever, and let me take the computer. I’ll even come to you. Tell me where you are.”
“The comput
er is my story.”
“You just said—”
“The fact that the evidence is on a computer carried by one of the hostages is part of the story. It’s like a chain-of-custody thing. There is no way I’m separating those emails from that hard drive.”
I felt a flash of anger, not so much at Kraft as at the fact that everything had to be so hard. But I had no problem taking it all out on him. “Here’s the bottom line, Kraft. You can give the money files to me, or I can tell Drazen that you have them, and you can be on the run from Blackthorne and the Russian mob.”
“The Russian mob does not scare me.”
I went back to my chair and crumpled into it. How come no one was ever scared by all the things that scared me? I was running out of options, because in the end, he still held all the cards. “Are you willing to give me the files if I can figure out how to get them off your machine without messing with your evidence?”
“Yes.”
“Fine. I’ll call you back. When I do, please get back to me right away.” This time, I got to hang up on him.
I looked at Felix. “He won’t give me the computer, because it has some stuff on it for his story. E-mails and documents and things that were put on after the hijacking. Obviously, he’s accessed them, so they’re not encrypted. Is that possible, given this KryptoDisk hardware?”
“Maybe. There could be a slave drive functioning for stuff that doesn’t need to be encrypted, but that would be a little funky. I’d have to look at it.”
“That’s what I’m hoping, that I can get it for you and you can hack around this need for a key or a token or whatever.”
He shook his head. “No, ma’am. I can’t hack it. That’s what I was saying before he called. Anything over sixty-bit encryption is pretty unhackable, at least by me, unless you can give me, like, six or seven Crays to do it with.”
“How many bits is this one?”
“It’s probably 128- or 192-bit key strength. There’s no way.”
“All right, hacking’s out, and he won’t meet with me unless I can peel those files off. I think there’s only one thing to do.”
“Find the key?”
“Yep, and I’m not sure I’m going to like where I have to look for it.”
There was construction in Kenmore Square where they were tearing down the bus shack. I had to detour around it to get to Harvey’s. As I sat with all the rest of the detouring traffic, I got another call. The ID showed a private caller. I flipped open the phone.
“Alex Shanahan.”
“This is Cyrus Thorne.”
Just what I needed, Drazen and Cyrus within the span of two hours. “What can I do for you?”
“I haven’t heard from you.”
I had to shift my brain over to the Cyrus track to get straight what he knew and what he thought I knew. “I had to talk things over with my partner to get him onboard. He’s not too keen on turning a man over to be executed.”
“Did you convince him?”
“He thinks we’re in over our heads, but he’s in. Turns out he’s more in love with Rachel than committed to his principles.”
“Good. Have you made contact with Kraft?”
“Not yet, but I have figured out a way to get him to meet with me.”
“How will you do it?”
“By promising that the two of us together can make bad things happen to you.”
That produced a satisfied chuckle. I tried to say things to Cyrus that were true. He gave me the feeling that even over the phone, he could tell when I was lying.
“What about Hoffmeyer?” I asked. Maybe I could keep him on the defensive if I could make him have to lie to me. “Have you had any luck finding him?”
“We won’t find him. He’s been trained by the best. The only way we’ll get to him is through Kraft. Then we’ll have a shot at the big dog.”
“Look, what if I can’t get Kraft to come to Boston? Would your plane be available if I had to go to him?”
“Without hesitation. In fact, that might be preferable. When you’re close to locking in your final plans, call me with the details, and I’ll set the wheels in motion.”
“Okay, good. Look, it’s going to be a few days at least. Do you want me to call you, or do you want to check back with me? It’s probably better if I call you.” I waited. He said nothing, and I didn’t know how to interpret the silence. “Do you still have my client’s video?”
“It’s in a safe place. How many days will you need?”
“How about if I call you the day after tomorrow?”
Chapter Twenty-nine
Harvey was by himself in his office when I got to his house. He had on another new shirt, this one short-sleeved. I could not get used to seeing him in casual clothes, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen him wear something that bared his arms. I was surprised that his ex-wife wasn’t fused to one of them.
“Where’s Rachel?”
“I’m here.” She came in from the kitchen with a big bowl of microwave popcorn. I hadn’t noticed before, but the house was filled with the smell. With Rachel around, Harvey’s house was always filled with something new.
“We need to talk.” My preference would have been to talk things over with Harvey, but since the day’s events affected Rachel rather substantially, it wouldn’t have been fair to leave her out. The three of us sat down for a discussion. This time, I staked out the wingback. Rachel pushed Harvey’s chair up next to the couch.
“I just met with Drazen. The good news is, he wants the money, and if we can find it for him, we’ll all be free and clear.”
“Including me?” Rachel was barely able to contain her glee.
“Especially you. You’re not even on his radar screen.”
“Oh, thank God.” She set the popcorn on the coffee table and collapsed onto the couch. “I have been living with this death sentence hanging over my head for I don’t know how long.”
“Four years,” I said.
She looked at me. “What?”
“It’s been four years since you killed Vladi and the money disappeared.”
She sniffed. “It was—”
“Self-defense. You don’t have to keep reminding me. Also good news, I think I know where the money is. I think Kraft has it. I know he has Vladi’s computer. He’s willing to trade it for this.” I dug the heavy envelope from my backpack and dropped it onto the coffee table. The thud bounced the popcorn bowl. Rachel grabbed it and pulled it into her lap. “It’s Lyle’s story,” I said.
“Who’s Lyle?” She scooped out a handful of popcorn and passed the bowl to Harvey.
“Lyle Burquart. He was a local journalist who was trying to do what Kraft is doing. He wrote an article, an exposé on Blackthorne, four years ago. This must have been before the hijacking.” I hadn’t paid much attention to the dates. “Anyway, no one ever read it, because Thorne killed his son to keep him quiet.”
“My God.” Harvey reached for Rachel’s hand. He looked pale.
“I went back to talk to Lyle, and he’s gone. Packed up his family, left his job. But he left me all his notes.” I took the microcassettes and player from my backpack and threw them out there as exhibit two. “These are interview tapes. The interviewee was Tony Blackmon, Cyrus Thorne’s partner. I haven’t listened to everything, but from what I heard, he disagreed with the direction Thorne was taking and was ready to speak out about it.” A thought occurred to me as I was talking. “I wonder if Thorne killed Blackmon.”
“Why would he?” Harvey asked. “Is there an indication on the tapes that he was threatened?”
“The feeling comes more from Thorne. He told me Blackmon died on a mission. He had this incredible crystal eagle commissioned in his memory. It’s like protesting too much, you know? And it sounds as if Thorne is capable of anything. But listen to the tapes. See what you think.”
“Why do we have to listen to anything?” Rachel had her feet on the table, her knees up, and the popcorn bowl in her lap. “Let’
s just get this deal done and get on with it.”
“I’m trying to, Rachel. There’s just one problem. No one can access the files without the key. Kraft won’t show up until we have the key.”
“What key?”
“The key to accessing the money files. It’s also called a decryption token, and it looks like this.” I reached into my back pocket and pulled out the copy of the Krypto-Disk page Felix had printed for me. “It’s the size of a credit card, only thicker. Here…” I unfolded the page and handed it to her. “It slides into a PMC slot on the side of the machine.”
Harvey leaned over from his chair to see the picture. Rachel handed it to him with barely a glance. “I didn’t know anything about a key or a token. How was I supposed to?”
“You stole the computer for the files. I have to think you knew what was needed to access them.”
She sat up straight and put her feet on the floor. “How many times do I have to say this? I didn’t steal the computer for the files. I didn’t even know about the files. I took it because Roger had said it was worth something.”
“When Roger came to take it from you, did he try to boot it up?”
“He tried, but—” Her eyes widened. “He couldn’t get it to work.” She reached over to snatch the page back from Harvey. “Let me see that.”
“Roger took it even though he knew he couldn’t get in?”
“Sure he did. He was on the run, especially after that fed got killed. He said he would find a hacker to crack it.”
“Felix told me there was no way to hack it. Roger probably had some hacker tell him he needed the key. You can’t access the files without the key or the password.”
“But we don’t have the key,” Rachel said, “which means we don’t have the money, which means we must be planning on handing the reporter over to those Blackthorne people.” She blinked up at me. “Right?”
“No, we can’t do that.”
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