He spoke briefly, cautioning everyone to be calm and to write their Congressman and Senators. He spoke of understanding their anger, but said that it had to be channeled in a law-abiding fashion. There were no TV cameras, so no need to speak with any particular passion.
He also was not inclined to tell them that he had decided to get a court order to remove them from the land, if they did not go peacefully. He did not want any of the people in his town getting hurt or worse.
Tommy Rhodes had only himself to blame.
He should have gone with Frankie Kagan after that cop, even though Frankie had said he could handle it alone. Frankie was the boss, so Tommy let it go, but he should have insisted. But he hadn’t, and the results were disastrous.
Just how disastrous remained to be seen, but he already knew enough to be very worried. Someone had gotten into his hotel room, and had gone through his and Kagan’s things. They had also taken the documents relating to Rhodes’s ongoing operation, though the likelihood was strong that they would not understand them, at least not in time to cause a problem.
Kagan hadn’t returned, and hadn’t checked in with Rhodes for six hours. That was such a violation of procedure that it could only mean one of two things; either Frankie Kagan was captured, or he was dead.
Rhodes was very much rooting for dead.
In any event, Rhodes needed to get away, so that he would have time to assess the damage, report in to his boss, and figure out his next moves. He had wanted to usurp Frankie’s position and deal directly with their employers, but now that it seemed to have happened, he wasn’t pleased.
It was very likely the police would search for him at the hotel; in retrospect he was surprised that they weren’t waiting there for him when he returned. It might mean that it wasn’t the cops at all who had broken in, though Rhodes could not imagine who else might have done it.
So Rhodes packed his things quickly and left. It wasn’t safe to go to another nearby hotel; there were so few that the cops could easily check each one. So Rhodes drove south, towards New York City, and checked into a Hilton in northern Westchester. He further assured his anonymity by using a fake ID, which he carried for emergencies. He would not cancel his plane flight on Saturday, but since the police would find out about it, he just wouldn’t show up.
A radio news report as he was leaving Brayton provided some level of reassurance. A cop had been shot, out near the abandoned missile silos, and the shooter had been killed. Rhodes thought with relief that at least Frankie hadn’t talked, which meant there was no way the cops could react quickly enough to stop the operation.
Of course, Tommy’s future was altered forever. His identity would certainly become known, and he was going to be a target of the police. He was confident that he’d have the money and resources to never be found, but it was not the way he wanted this to go down.
He was already a wanted man, and in forty-eight hours he’d likely be the most wanted man in America.
Julie Somers was not used to feeling helpless.
It wasn’t her style to just sit back and watch events unfold. It’s why she went into the public defender’s office after graduating from law school; she always wanted to be where the action was.
After a couple of years, she decided she wanted to be on the right side of the action, so she moved over to the prosecutor side. It’s not that she didn’t believe all defendants were entitled to excellent representation. She just got worn down from the belief that the majority of her clients were in fact guilty of the crimes with which they were charged.
She wanted to win; she was as competitive as anyone. But she wanted to feel good when she won, and that was not often the case as a defense attorney. So she switched sides, and hasn’t looked back. In her new role, she controlled the action. She called the shots, and was on offense rather than defense. Just the way she liked it.
Bryan’s kidnapping left her in the exact opposite position. Except for finding out some information for Luke when he requested it, she was sitting on the sidelines and waiting for him to update her.
She loved Bryan and always would; whether or not she could still live with him as his wife was an entirely separate issue. She also felt guilt over having somehow caused the current situation. She was the reason that Bryan was at Luke’s that night, when Gallagher showed up.
She still agreed with Luke’s decision to not call in Federal authorities to go after Gallagher. She and Luke had access to the same information that they would have, but they had different goals. The Feds would have shared their desire to get Bryan back unharmed, but would have gone after Gallagher as well. Julie and Luke simply did not feel that was the best approach towards keeping Bryan alive.
But she knew one thing; if anything happened to Bryan, Gallagher was going down. She wouldn’t rest until that happened, though she knew it wouldn’t be easy. From what she had read about him, Gallagher was as good as they come at the art of survival. He was trained in living off the land, and could probably melt into some undeveloped area and never be found.
So she called Lou Rodriguez, an investigator she had frequently employed while on the defense side of the system. Rodriquez was smart, tough and reliable, and better than anyone she had used since moving to the prosecutor’s office. Now, whenever she opposed him, she found herself cringing at what he might find.
She asked Rodriguez to meet her away from the office, and they had coffee at a diner near the courthouse. “I need to hire you,” she said.
He was surprised; prosecutors had no need to go outside to get investigative help. “What about that army you’ve got working for you, Jules?”
He always called her “Jules,” and was the only one to do so. She had no idea why, but sort of liked it. “I meant personally.”
“Personal issues? Jules, you know how I feel about you, but-”
She cut him off. “It’s not that.” Rodriguez took pride in never working on cases involving marital problems. Getting pictures of husbands with other women was simply not his thing. “It’s not on the same planet as that, but it does involve Bryan.”
“Sorry,” he said. “Tell me about it.”
So she did, after first soliciting his promise that whatever she said would remain confidential. After describing the situation in as much detail as she knew, including the progress Luke had been making, she said, “I want you to follow Gallagher. If things don’t go well…” She stopped to compose herself. “If things don’t go well, I want to know where he is, and how to pick him up.”
He didn’t hesitate. “I’m in.”
She exhaled in relief. “Great. Thanks, Lou. Just bill me at your normal rate.”
He shook his head. “This one’s on the house; you’ve done enough for me. Any idea how I find him?”
“It shouldn’t be hard. He spends some time following Luke, and even shows up at Luke’s house sometimes, mostly at night. He’s not worried, because he knows Bryan is his trump card.”
“I’ll start tonight.”
She gave him a folder with copies of all the information she had. “I’m having dinner with Luke at Morelli’s tonight at seven. Maybe he’ll follow him there.”
“I’m on it,” he said. “Just one question, Jules.”
“What’s that?”
“It doesn’t matter, but I’m curious … did Gallagher’s brother do Brennan?”
She thought for a moment. “I’ll know more tonight, but gut instinct? I don’t think so.”
No surprises, Bryan … I promise. I’m meeting Julie tonight, to tell her what’s going on. It’s driving her crazy to just sit and wait. I guess you know the feeling. Anything you want me to tell her?
I’m proud of the way you’re holding up, little brother.