of the report and Stone’s skepticism with its conclusions.
“So if Kravitz might not have done it, who did?” she asked.
“That’s what we have to find out. But I may be wrong and the FBI right.”
“And we’ll be doing this how, with the FBI’s knowledge and cooperation?”
“I would say with neither their cooperation nor knowledge,” Stone replied.
Chapman pulled Caleb from his chair and plopped down in it. “All right. Do you have any whiskey here?”
“Why?”
“Well, if I’m going to break the law and my oath of service I’d like to do it in a bit more relaxed frame of mind, if you don’t mind.”
“You don’t have to do it at all, Agent Chapman,” said Stone. “This is my plan and my responsibility. Your boss will understand fully once I talk to him. Then you can back out gracefully.”
“And then what, I get my arse shipped back to the good old UK?”
“Something like that.”
“I don’t think so. Unfinished business bothers the devil out of me.”
Stone smiled. “I can understand that.”
She sat forward. “So where do we go from here?”
“With a plan, an ever-evolving one, but one that involves no one else getting hurt,” said Stone firmly.
“I don’t think you or anyone else can guarantee that, Oliver,” said Annabelle.
“Then at least a plan that allows maximum protection for all of you.”
“Doesn’t sound all that much fun, really,” said Reuben.
Chapman eyed him with interest. “So you’re willing to die for the cause?”
He faced her with a defiant gaze. “I’m willing to die for my friends.”
“I like your way of thinking, Reuben,” said Chapman, giving him a wink.
“Well, there’s a lot more of me to like, MI6.”
Caleb had watched this exchange with growing frustration. He turned to Stone. “So is there something we can do now?”
“Yes,” Stone said. “I actually have something for each of you to do that will utilize your strengths.”
Caleb looked at Chapman. “I usually get the dangerous stuff.”
“Really?” she said, looking bemused.
“It’s my lot in life, I suppose. You should take a drive with me sometime. I think that will explain everything. I’m a real daredevil. Just ask Annabelle.”
“Oh yeah,” said Annabelle. “If you want to drive yourself nuts spend a couple days zooming around country roads with Mr. Speedy while he drones on and on about some dead writer no one but him has ever heard of.”
“Sounds delightful,” replied Chapman. “Sort of like gnawing off one’s arm for sport.”
“Caleb,” said Stone. “I’d like you to research at the library all events to be held at Lafayette Park over the next month.”
Chapman’s lips twitched as she stared at a red-faced Caleb. “I’d go in with at least two machine guns for that one, mate.”
Stone proceeded to give out the rest of the assignments to the others. Before they left, Annabelle gave him a hug.
“Good to be back where we belong.”
Chapman was the last to leave.
Stone said, “I’ll meet you at the park in three hours.”
“Do you really trust these people?”
“With my life.”
“Who are they? I mean really.”
“The Camel Club.”
“The Camel Club? What the hell is that?”
“The most important thing in my life,” answered Stone. “Only I forgot that for a little bit.”
CHAPTER 41
“YOU LOOK PUZZLED, Agent Garchik.”
Stone and Chapman walked up to the ATF agent as he was staring over the grounds of Lafayette Park.
Startled, he turned to them. “I was sorry to hear about Tom Gross,” he said as they joined him. “He seemed like a real good guy.”
Stone nodded, while Chapman simply stood there frowning. Her hair was unkempt and she looked like she’d slept in her clothes. And she had, for all of two hours. Stone, on the other hand, had shaved, showered and pressed his pants and shirt.
“He also believed that his own side was watching him. Do you have the same feeling?”
Garchik looked nervously around. “How did you figure that?”
“I think of the highly unlikely, then push it to the practically impossible, and I often find I arrive at the truth, particularly in this town.” He studied the man. Garchik’s eyes were bloodshot and his clothes were as wrinkled as Chapman’s. “But that isn’t all that’s bothering you, is it?”
Chapman added, “You were bragging before that you could tell us what sort of bomb it was very quickly. We haven’t heard a peep from you since. Did your state-of-the-art facility fail you?”
“Can we talk somewhere else? This place is starting to give me the creeps.”
The three of them walked a couple of blocks to a bagel shop. Stone and Chapman each had a large cup of coffee. Garchik twisted plastic stirrers into knots and ignored the bottle of orange juice he’d purchased.
After swallowing a mouthful of coffee Stone said, “Do you feel comfortable talking here?”
“What? Yeah, I guess.”
Chapman said, “You can trust us, Agent Garchik.”
He gave a dull laugh. “That’s good to know. I’d thought I’d run plum out of people I can trust.”
“What happened to make you feel that way?” asked Stone.
“Little things. Reports not coming back. Pieces of evidence not where they should be. Clicks on my phone when I pick it up. Funny shit on my computer at work.”
“Is that all?” asked Stone.
Garchik snapped, “Isn’t that enough?”
“It would be for me. I’m just wondering if there’s more.”
Garchik drank some of his juice. He put the bottle down and took a breath. “The bomb.”
“What was it?”
“Some components we don’t usually see in an explosive device.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean some unique combinations that were a surprise.”
“You mean undetectable?” asked Chapman quickly.
“No. That would be impossible. Bombs have to have certain elements. Blasting caps for starters. This bomb had all that, at least we found pieces that showed that.”
“So what, then?”
“We also found some other stuff.”
“What stuff?” said Chapman, her irritation growing.
“Stuff that nobody has figured out what the hell it is yet, which is why I’m just referring to it as stuff.”
Stone said, “You mean you found debris from the explosive that you are unable to identify?”
“That’s more or less what I’m saying, yeah.”
“What is ATF’s official position on it?” he asked.
“Official position?” Garchik chuckled. “Their official position is that they are officially baffled and scared shitless. We’re actually getting NASA involved to see if they can figure it out.”