Any Means Necessary. Jack Mars

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      “Ron, the NYPD called us in. I assume that’s because they felt they needed us. People know how we work.”

      “Cowboys,” Begley said. “You work like rodeo cowboys.”

      “Don Morris got me out of bed to come up here. You can talk to Don…”

      Begley shrugged. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face. “Don’s been recalled. He caught a chopper out twenty minutes ago. I suggest you do the same.”

      “What?”

      “That’s right. He’s been kicked upstairs on this one. They called him back to do a situation briefing at the Pentagon. Real high-level stuff. I guess they couldn’t get an intern to do it, so they’re bringing in Don.”

      Begley lowered his voice, though Luke could still easily hear him. “A word of advice. What does Don have, three more years before retirement? Don’s a dying breed. He’s a dinosaur, and so is SRT. You know it and I know it. All of these little secret agencies within an agency, they’re going by the wayside. We’re consolidating and centralizing, Luke. What we need now is data-driven analysis. That’s how we’re going to solve the crimes of the future. That’s how we’re going to catch these terrorists today. We don’t need macho super-spies and aging former commandos rappelling down the sides of buildings anymore. We just don’t. Playing hero ball is over. It’s actually a little ridiculous, if you think about it.”

      “Great,” Luke said. “I’ll take that under advisement.”

      “I thought you were teaching college,” Begley said. “History, political science, that kind of thing.”

      Luke nodded. “I am.”

      Begley put a meaty hand on Luke’s arm. “You should stick with that.”

      Luke shook the hand off and plunged into the crowd, looking for his people.

* * *

      “What do we got?” Luke said.

      His team had set up camp in an outlying office. They had grabbed some empty desks and built their own little command station with laptops and satellite uplinks. Trudy and Ed Newsam were there, along with a few of the others. Swann was off in a corner by himself with three laptops.

      “They called Don back,” Trudy said.

      “I know. Have you talked to him?”

      She nodded. “Twenty minutes ago. He was just about to take off. He said keep working this case until he personally calls it off. Politely ignore anyone else.”

      “Sounds good. So where are we?”

      Her face was serious. “We’re moving fast. We’ve narrowed it down to six high-priority vehicles. All of them passed within a block of the hospital last night, and have details that are funky or don’t match up.”

      “Give me an example.”

      “Okay. One is a food vendor truck registered to a former Russian paratrooper. We were able to follow him on surveillance cameras, and as near as we can tell, he’s been cruising around Manhattan all night, selling hot dogs and Pepsi to sex workers, pimps, and johns.”

      “Where is he now?”

      “He’s parked on 11^th Ave, south of the Jacob Javits Convention Center. He hasn’t moved in a while. We’re thinking he might be asleep.”

      “Okay, sounds like he just became low priority. Pass him on to NYPD, just in case. They can roust him and toss his truck, find out what else he’s selling in there. Next.”

      Trudy ran down her list. A minivan operated as an Uber car by a disgraced former nuclear physicist. A forty-ton tractor trailer with an insurance claim that it was demolished in an accident and scrapped. A delivery van for a commercial laundry service, with license plates registered to an unrelated flooring business in Long Island. An ambulance reported stolen three years ago.

      “A stolen ambulance?” Luke said. “That sounds like something.”

      Trudy shrugged. “Usually it’s the illegal organ trade. They harvest from newly deceased patients within minutes of death. They have to harvest the organs, pack them, and get them out of the hospital quickly. No one looks twice at an ambulance waiting around in a hospital parking lot.”

      “But tonight, maybe they weren’t waiting for organs. Do we know where they are?”

      She shook her head. “No. The only location we have is the Russian. This is still more of an art than a science. Surveillance cameras aren’t everywhere yet, especially once you get out of Manhattan. You see a truck pass a camera, then you might not see it again. Or you might pick it up on another camera ten blocks away, or five miles away. The tractor trailer crossed the George Washington Bridge into New Jersey before we lost it. The laundry van went over the 138^th Street Bridge into the South Bronx and disappeared. Right now, we’re tracking them all down using other means. We’ve contacted the trucking company, Uber, the flooring company, and the laundry service. We should know something on those soon. And I’ve got eight people at headquarters sifting through hours of video feeds, looking for the ambulance.”

      “Good. Keep me posted. What’s going on with the bank stuff?”

      Trudy’s face was stone. “You should ask Swann about that.”

      “Okay.” He took a step toward Swann’s little fiefdom in the corner.

      “Luke?”

      He stopped. “Yeah.”

      Her eyes darted around the room. “Can we talk? In private?”

* * *

      “You’re going to fire me because I won’t break the law for you?”

      “Trudy, I’m not going to fire you. Why would you even think that?”

      “It’s what you said, Luke.”

      They were standing in a tiny utility room. There were two empty desks in here and one small window. The carpeting was new. The walls were white with nothing on them. There was a small video camera mounted in one corner, near the ceiling.

      It looked like the room had never been used. The command center itself had been open for less than a year.

      Trudy’s big eyes stared at him intently.

      Luke sighed. “I was giving you an out. I thought you would understand that. If trouble comes down, you can blame it on me. All you did was what I told you to do. You were afraid you’d lose your job if you didn’t follow my orders.”

      She took a step closer to him. In the confines of the room, he could smell her shampoo, and the understated cologne she often wore. The combination of scents did something to his knees. He felt them tremble the slightest amount.

      “You can’t even give me a direct order, Luke. You don’t work at SRT anymore.”

      “I’m on a leave of absence.”

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