Graver had a hard time keeping his mind on what he was doing. He knew the odds of any of this hectic activity actually producing a genuine lead was remote. It felt odd to be overseeing a storm of activity that he knew was absolutely futile, to be authorizing the expenditure of manpower and funds on inquiries that could not possibly produce any yield whatsoever.
After his review with his last supervisor, Graver punched an outside line and called his FBI intelligence counterpart in the Federal Building across the bayou to check with their progress. Luckily, the FBI was fielding most of the telephone calls from other intelligence and law enforcement agencies who knew automatically that the FBI would bear the brunt of the investigation. The Bureau’s agents were scattered all over the Gulf Coast shaking down their informants in dissident and terrorist groups whom they considered the most likely candidates to use explosives. So far nothing had turned up, and his assessment of the situation at the South Shore Marina was very much as Olmstead had described it.
Westrate was next. Graver called him and brought him up to date on the morning’s events and the wheels that had been set in motion. He told Westrate that he would keep him informed and that as of yet they still didn’t even know if it was some kind of accident or a bomb. Westrate, ever mindful of his professional image, was getting nervous at being the man in the background of a headline story. Everyone knew that CID ought to have a bead on the possible perpetrators and that sooner or later-most likely sooner-the media would be coming to him with questions in that direction. The story had been on all three network morning news programs, Westrate informed him, and speculation was running high.
For Graver’s part, he was more concerned about the timing of finding human remains at the scene. If Burtell was identified, it was all over. The information about Ginette Burtell owning the boat would hold for a while. Graver had the leverage of being Olmstead’s superior, and he could use that leverage to stall for some time. So, unless Olmstead for some reason jumped procedural rules, Graver’s ad hoc task force was safe for a while longer.
At nine-thirty Graver went to Burtell’s personal file and found Ginette’s record. She was from Seattle, and she had listed her sister as the person she would like to have called in case of an emergency. He got the sister on the telephone, explained who he was, and told her that Dean had been in an accident and there was a good chance he had been killed. He told her that Ginette did not know this yet, nor did she know he was calling, but he thought she might need someone within the next twenty-four hours. She assured him she would catch the next available flight.
Having just about run out of time, Graver was getting ready to walk out of his office on his way to meet Victor Last when his handset rang. He picked it up from the edge of his desk.
“Graver, it’s Paula. We’ve been trying to get to you on your secure line, but it’s been constantly busy. Can you call us back on it? Arnette and I want to speak to you at the same time.”
Graver called Arnette’s number.
“Okay, here’s a quick recap of what we’ve pulled off of Dean’s tape so far,” Paula said. “It looks like Besom and Tisler were selling CID records to Faeber’s DataPrint for six months before Dean ever began to suspect anything was going on. Just about the time he was figuring this out, he was contacted by a guy named Geis. No first name. Geis is CIA.”
“Bullshit,” Graver said instantly. “This is what Dean’s got in those tapes? Is this his answer to the man at the Transco Fountain?”
Paula hesitated, surprised at his flash of anger. “Yeah, but wait a minute. Let me go on here.”
Graver was silent, conscious of strong and confused feelings about Burtell. What in the hell had he done? Had he gone back and rewritten his own record to cover himself? Graver was embarrassed for him. This smacked of self-serving damage control, and to see Burtell trying to sweep his own culpability under the rug by rewriting the record of his own dishonesty was doubly disappointing. Graver could understand why Dean had lied to Ginette, being too ashamed to want her to know what he’d done, but at least he should have given the rest of them the credit for knowing a scam when they saw it.
“Burtell was contacted by this guy who told him what Besom and Tisler were doing, told him about the Faeber/Kalatis connection. He then gave Dean essentially the same data on Raviv/Kalatis that Arnette has here. He has in his record almost the identical information. So maybe Geis is CIA.”
“Why would you believe that?” Graver interrupted heatedly. “Arnette, are you on the line?”
“Yep.”
“Why would you believe that, Arnette? If you have the information, why couldn’t someone else outside the agency have the information too? Don’t you think you should be a little skeptical about this?”
“Why don’t you let her go on, Marcus?” Arnette said. She was cool, her voice even and steady.
“Shit” He was furious. “Go ahead.” He felt like he was being led around by the nose, and he was getting tired of it. He was impatient and almost too angry to sit still.
“According to Dean,” Paula began again, “Geis tells him that he thinks Kalatis is setting up some kind of enormous sting operation through his drug smuggling business with Brod Strasser. He outlines the same drug operation that we picked up on the tape from Sheck. Same bogus companies, same operational methods. Everything.”
“His detail here is exact, Marcus,” Arnette interjected. “Your point is well taken about other private intelligence companies having what I have, but you know as well as I do-and I’ll write off your slight to frustration-that I’m a little different from ‘most’ private intelligence operations. I don’t know of anyone else… anyone… with my access. That’s why I was so excited to get onto Kalatis.” She hesitated for emphasis. “Nobody but the majors have him, baby. We’ve got to take this Geis seriously.”
Graver said nothing. All along Arnette had insisted the man at the Transco Fountain was “government.” Now Dean’s records were confirming her assertions. He couldn’t blame her for wanting to believe him. Paula went on.
“Geis wanted Dean to work his way inside and help them find out what Kalatis was up to. Geis was pretty damned uncomfortable not knowing what Kalatis was doing besides the drug business. So he gives Dean what he needs to know. Dean ‘discovers’ Besom’s and Tisler’s information-selling operation and demands a piece of it, or he’ll blow it. Soon, with Geis’s background help and guidance, he’s well into the operation.”
“And getting paid off just like they were,” Graver added cynically.
“Apparently so,” Paula said. “He doesn’t hide that It’s all right here. They were making a lot of money. Kalatis was paying generously.”
“And the Seldon investigation?”
“Just what we thought, another cooked operation. Kalatis wanted Seldon out of the way. Dean never really spells out why, just that Seldon was the next target.”
“Is that it? What did Dean find out for Geis?”
“Not a lot. It was months before Dean ever met Kalatis, but when he did it seems that Kalatis found him a little more to his liking than either Besom or Tisler. Before long Dean was handling most of the communication between the CID guys and Kalatis/Faeber. Kalatis came up with the idea of the bogus investigations as a means of eliminating competitors and put Dean in charge of the operation. Probst is the first target. It comes off beautifully. Kalatis is pleased. Friel is next. Then Seldon.
“But Kalatis was careful. Besom and Tisler never knew about anything except their own little areas of operation. They never knew about Sheck’s network, for instance, or about his back-door connection to Kalatis. They never had a sense of the size of the organization.
“Dean was reasonably aggressive, though,” she added. “He let Kalatis know that he was ambitious and wanted to be more active, more involved. He presented ideas. Proposed operations that could expand their data collection into other intelligence agencies. Geis was feeding Dean information to help build his credibility with Kalatis, helping him present some enticing projects, hoping Kalatis would come to rely on him and eventually pull Dean deeper into the organization.”