"Was anybody killed?"
"No, but that doesn't mean what you did is right!"
Cavanaugh looked at Rutherford. "Make him understand, John. Whoever's responsible saved a lot of lives. Now that the conference has been postponed, Carl will need to change his plans. Meanwhile, we've got time to catch him."
Mosely's pallor mutated to a fiery red. "You think you deserve a medal? Well, I think you took a privilege the Bureau gave you and abused it. You're a guest here! A civilian. You don't have any authority, but you decided you were running this operation, breaking God knows how many laws. If it's up to me, you'll go to prison."
"Thank heaven, it isn't up to you," William said. "After I talk to Lester Beauchamp, I'll phone the district attorney and-"
The door opened. Everyone turned toward an agent.
"There's been a new development," the uneasy man told them.
"Don't tell me the riots have already started," Mosely said.
"Fifteen minutes ago, a man and a woman were caught trying to put tear gas into the conference center's air-conditioning ducts."
"What?"
"And smoke bombs in the elevator shafts."
Mosely groaned.
"Do the suspects look like these two?" William asked the agent in the doorway.
"Yeah, in a way. Sort of. They're white and more or less the same age."
"You're not deceiving me," Mosely told Cavanaugh and Jamie. "Those are copycats."
"Without talking to the suspects, how can you be sure?" William asked.
"Because, unlike your friends, they don't have the skills to manage that kind of sabotage. Because the man and woman today got caught."
"An interesting distinction but without legal merit. If you're not going to arrest my friends, I trust you have no objection to allowing them to go about their business."
"Not here. They don't have any business in this area."
"Uh, sir," Rutherford said.
Mosely stared. "Yes, Executive Assistant Rutherford?" He emphasized "Assistant," reminding Rutherford of who had the greater authority.
"If I could make a suggestion."
"By all means." Mosely clearly wished that Rutherford had kept quiet. "Everyone knows I'm always open to constructive ideas."
"I think it might not be a bad idea to let them stay. Cavanaugh understands Duran's personality better than anyone. As events develop, he might be able to predict what Duran will do. Plus, Cavanaugh's the only person here who can identify him."
Mosely continued staring.
"We need to seem to use every available resource," Rutherford said. "Otherwise, in an inquiry, there might be questions."
Mosely's narrow gaze pivoted toward Cavanaugh and Jamie. To Rutherford, he said, "This time, keep them under control." He yanked open the door and entered the communications room, followed by the agents.
Except Rutherford.
As the noise from out there filled the small area, Cavanaugh said, "Thanks, John."
"I feel my job dangling in the wind."
"I owe you. I'm sure it wasn't easy disagreeing with him."
Rutherford looked pained. "Please, remember what he warned you about. You're civilians. Don't make me sorry I trust you."
Cavanaugh solemnly followed him into the communications room.
19
On the TV monitors, the crowd got bigger.
On one of the screens, a woman carried a large, heavy purse. She hid an object in her hand and periodically looked at it.
"Part of the radiation detection team," someone in the communications room explained.
On another screen, a man held what looked like a smart phone: a pathogen detector.
"Two hundred members of the Homeland Security team are out there, weaving through the crowd, scanning it. But how many diseases can they program their detectors to test for? They can't possibly scan for everything," someone said.
"How big is the crowd?"
"Fifteen thousand."
"And getting larger," an agent said. "What difference does it make if the conference was postponed? As long as they think it's happening, there'll be a riot."
"And maybe worse," Rutherford murmured.
Next to him, Cavanaugh said, "Right now, somebody needs to send agents into that crowd. Make them act like the protestors. Tell them to spread the word, sounding pissed off that the conference was cancelled."
Mosely's gaze was icy as he turned toward Cavanaugh. "And I bet you're dying to get out there and show us how it's done."
20
Seven-thirty.
On the podium, Carl faced his men and said, "To tell the truth, I'm jealous. You're going to have so much fun, I decided to join you. There are six knapsacks that aren't being used because of the men who opted out. I might as well take one and enjoy myself. Mr. Ramirez is going to put on a knapsack and join the fun also."
Raoul looked up, not having expected to hear that. But to Carl's approval, Raoul concealed his surprise and nodded firmly.
"Has everyone got a watch?" Carl asked.
They did.
"Is your knapsack on? You know where you're going?"
They did, obviously pleased that Carl would be joining them.
"Leave here in groups of six. Split up as soon as possible. New Orleans has an excellent bus system, so you won't have trouble getting to the target area. But those buses are equipped with video surveillance cameras, so sit separately and look out the window, not at the camera. Remember, when it's ten o'clock, take off your knapsack and pull the cord at the side. Make sure you're wearing these finger-tip pads so you don't leave prints when you drop your gun. Everybody clear? Good. Gentlemen, show me how disciplined you are."
21
Eight.
Mingling with demonstrators across from the conference center, Jamie felt pushed and shoved. The heat of so many bodies increased the humidity, making her sweat. Someone stepped on her shoes. They had steel caps under the leather: standard equipment for protectors. Even so, she felt the jolt. But she was less concerned about damage to her body than she was about someone bumping against the weapons under her blazer, realizing what they were and trying to take them. She kept her elbows tight against her sides, bracing them against her handgun and her knife.
Although the conference wasn't scheduled to start for another hour, the demonstrators were already shouting their complaints about Third World sweatshops, increased pollution, climate change, the vanishing rain forests, the over-fished oceans, and chemicals in the food supply.
"Wait'll the motorcades arrive," someone said. "We'll stop those greedy bastards from getting into the building."
"If we need to, we'll push their cars over," someone else vowed.
Jamie pretended to be listening to her cell phone. She hurriedly lowered it and blurted to the people around her, "My friend says she saw on television that the cars won't be coming."
Someone overheard and asked, "What?"
"They just announced the conference was postponed."
"Bullshit."
"No, it's true," Jamie said, the crowd banging against her. "The chief of police just made an announcement. Something happened at four hotels last night. Smoke and tear gas. The trade ministers were moved out of town."
*
"… ministers were moved out of town," Cavanaugh said.
"Harry, listen to this guy. They cancelled the conference."
"Like hell."
Cavanaugh pointed toward his cell phone. "That's what my friend just told me. He saw it on television."
"A trick. They want us to give up and leave. Close to nine o'clock, those pigs'll arrive in their limos. Bet on it."
22
Eighty-thirty.
The spreading chaos forced Carl to park a half mile away. Even from that distance, he heard the shouting.
"Sounds like the party started." He grinned at Raoul. "This is what it's all about. Everything else is just waiting."