Moving with the animal grace he’d worked so hard to acquire, he used the key on the front door and returned it to safety.
The boy passed the test. He didn’t peek.
“Okay, let’s go in,” he said. He might have hit the mother lode with this recruit. Tony Littleton had “future leader” written all over him. Hell, years down the road he might even be presidential material.
“Wow!” Tony turned full circle in the middle of the cabin’s main room. “There must be thousands of cans in here. What’re they for?”
“Food storage,” Bobby said proudly, grabbing one of the silver gallon-sized metal storage containers. “All essentials that will keep for up to seven years. Macaroni, dried beans, mashed potatoes, pudding, soups, spaghetti, cereal, dried milk, canned meat. We’ve got fifty gallon jugs of water in the shed.”
“No kidding.” Tony’s voice reflected his awe as he read some of the labels. “Cool, you even have refried beans!”
It was as if the kid was already tasting them—seeing himself as a member of the family at the table. Bobby paused to take a couple of deep breaths, holding back tears of joy.
“It’s like I’ve been searching for this all my life,” Tony said, turning to face him. “I’ve always known I had a greater purpose, that I had a special job to do that would benefit the world. Something inside me recognized it the very first time I spoke with you in that chat room. Everything you said about justice and the world, about the need for men who had the courage to do God’s work, about wiping out the conspirators, fighting the forces of evil and filling the world with God’s true chosen people rang completely true to me. It’s like you were reading inside my deepest self.”
Yes. Yes! The zeal was there. The passion. The beliefs. And soon, the training would be, too. He’d start with targets today. Explosives work could come later. And by this time next year, little brother Tony Littleton would be wearing red laces in his boots.
“It’s the strangest thing, Jan.” Andrew came into Jan’s office, closing the door as he always did when he wanted her uninterrupted attention. The other attorneys on the floor had the habit of dropping in on her to discuss cases, ask her opinion; they always seemed to assume that she was available.
“What’s strange?” Friday, the twenty-ninth of September. Three days before Hall’s hearing and still no word from Ruple. She could think of little else.
“I just got a report on those bank account numbers we found in Hall’s computer.”
“You found some commonalities? They all had business with the same bank, or bought from the same online company?”
He approached her desk. Dropped a file in front of her. “They’re all dead.”
That one hadn’t occurred to her.
“Dead?” She stared at him, her stomach heavy. “Are you sure?”
The question was rhetorical. He wouldn’t have brought the information to her unless it had been validated. She sifted through the papers, anyway. Names, socials, copies of death certificates. The victims were from all over the state.
“So this sicko targets obituaries?” It was brilliant, really. Stealing from an estate when everything was in confusion and the heirs wouldn’t know what to miss—at least at first.
“It’s the conclusion I’m drawing.”
“That would explain why the victims haven’t reported anything.”
“Let’s contact the families and find out how many of them he stole from. We’ve got him on one count of fraud. If we can add another ten to it, so much the better.”
“This gives a whole new meaning to the term ambulance chaser.”
“No kidding,” Jan said, studying the list again. “So we know how he got the names, but that still doesn’t tell us how he accessed their personal information. There’s got to be some connection between these people, other than having appeared in obituaries across the state of Arizona. Once we know who he hit, let’s get warrants to look at some of the victims’ computers—assuming these are other victims. We know Hall spent a lot of time on his computer. Maybe we’re dealing with a virus—something Hall or one of his brotherhood wrote that would allow them to attack other people’s computers with only an e-mail address and then access their hard drives.”
“That would be the most plausible way. Or maybe we’re back to a common business transaction, and Hall had an informant inside a statewide company with access to billing and other personal information.”
Jan nodded. “With his Ivory Nation involvement, the idea of an inside source somewhere isn’t that farfetched.” She stared out the small window to the left of her desk, at the weeping willow across the street. Many times she’d found answers in those long and slender branches.
They were onto something big; she was sure of it. But it would all be for naught, if she couldn’t use those computer records. Unless…
“Let’s make this a priority,” she told her assistant. “See if we can get at least one affirmative and work backward from that victim’s computer to Hall’s before Monday morning.”
If Ruple didn’t show, if Judge Warren granted Michaels’s motion to suppress, the defense attorney would then present a motion to dismiss the case based on lack of evidence. But with this new information, Jan would be able to oppose that motion and win. She’d get her time in court.
And that was when the real fight started.
“There’s one more thing,” Andrew said.
“What?”
“Every single one of the account owners is female.”
Official FBI definition of terrorism: The unlawful use of force or violence against persons or property to intimidate or coerce a government, the civilian population, or any segment thereof, in furtherance of political or social objectives.
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