SAMMY: Would you say that he loves his daughter?
VIOLET: Of course he does, what a question. Everything that he's done over the years proves that he does.
SAMMY: Then why has he never tried to see her?
VIOLET: (No response.)
SAMMY: It's because he can't, isn't it? He hasn't been able to show his face for years.
VIOLET: (No response.)
SAMMY: It's because he's an acknowledged terrorist who is wanted by the police in virtually every country in the western world. That's why, isn't it?
VIOLET: All I did was write some letters. They were personal letters, family letters. There was nothing in them that would interest anyone else.
SAMMY: You're wrong there. They were of very great interest to someone else. A man named David Ogden read every one of them.
"So much for brain damage," said Sammy. "We read this job wrong from the beginning. There was nothing damaged about Ogden's brain. It was working fine right up to the end, trying to flush a master terrorist out of hiding. His goal was to get Hassan Rashid, the man we know as Safeer, onto American soil, nail him, and try him in an American court.
There were seven of us in the conference room at the Center, the five sensitives, Jessup, and Delaney. We had all just finished reading the Simms statement. Martha's copy dropped to the floor, and she muttered "damn" because she couldn't bend to pick it up. Her leg was still in a cast. Snake retrieved it for her.
"You're going too fast for me," said Delaney. "Are you saying that Ogden had an intercept going on Mrs. Simm's mail?"
"That's it."
"A private intercept. Not Agency?" He turned to Jessup. "Is that possible?"
"I'm afraid it is," Jessup said somberly. "You don't know how David worked. He ran Operations like a private kingdom. Look at those agents that he used, Madrigal, Sextant, and the others. People we never heard of. If he could do that, then he certainly could have mounted a private intercept on her mail."
"Ogden got to know Safeer from these letters," said Sammy. "He knew him inside out. He knew exactly what buttons that he had to push to move him out of his sanctuary."
"I still find it hard to believe," said Delaney. "How could he know how the man would react?"
Martha asked, "Do you have a daughter?" She knew that he did.
Uncomfortable, Delaney said, "Yes."
"How would you react if she was raped? Wouldn't you risk everything to be with her? Wouldn't you travel halfway across the world to crucify the bastards who did it?"
Delaney conceded the point with a shrug. "What about the other assignments?"
"Sound off," Sammy ordered. "Ben first."
"June was his first real love, maybe his only love," I said. "What would he do if he heard that she was suddenly a widow, available and vulnerable? I think he'd come running."
Snake leaned forward, and said intently, "Mike Teague was like family to Hassan. What would he do if the old man got burned out of his home? To tell you the truth, I don't know. But I'm sure he'd make some kind of a move, and he might have come here to make it."
"All right, I'll buy it so far," said Delaney. "But a basketball team?"
"They were the pride of his youth," Vince explained. "If you don't dig sports, then you won't understand it, but if Van Buren had made the tournament, I think there's a good chance that he would have tried to be here for it."
"Maybe a single button would have done it, maybe not," I said. "But Ogden wasn't taking any chances. He pushed them all at the same time."
"And it almost worked." Jessup shook his head sadly. "It was a masterpiece, a typical Ogden operation. Safeer hears that his daughter has been brutally attacked. He hears that the woman he loves is free to marry. He hears that his old friend Teague has been burned out of his home. He hears that his college team is going to the tournament. Damn, it's a psychological blitzkrieg, he can't resist it."
"He would have come over," said Delaney. "I'm sure of it."
"Damn it, if we had only known. We killed a beautiful operation."
"You mean, you would have let it happen?" asked Martha. "The rape, the murder, and all the rest of it?"
Jessup looked uncomfortable. "It's hard to say… I mean, if we could have gotten our hands on Safeer…" His voice trailed off.
"Talk about brain damage," Snake crowed. "Just look at him, he's ready to kick himself. He would have done it, all right."
Jessup said stiffly. "That's academic now. You stopped them. You stopped them cold."
"You sure did," said Delaney. "Four out of four."
Sammy said quietly, "Four out of five."
They stared at him, and there was silence in the room. So they had missed it. The five of us had caught it, but the two normals had missed it. It had nothing to do with being a sensitive. It was there, right in front of them, but they missed it.
"Five?" said Jessup. "You said five?"
"The singer," said Sammy. "Maria-Teresa Bonfiglia."
"What about her?" He still didn't see it.
"Mrs. Simms sends clippings about her to Hassan."
"So what?" said Delaney; "So the bastard likes opera." He didn't see it, either.
"You remember Ogden's lockbox?" Sammy said patiently. "The right-hand side contained envelopes, one for each of five women. They were Sarah Brine, the actress; Jenny Cookson, the anchorwoman; Carla MacAlester, the senator's wife; Vivian Livingstone, the socialite; and Maria-Teresa Bonfiglia, the soprano."
"My God," said Jessup. "Could it be a coincidence?"
"I don't think so. In the left-hand side of the box were the assignments to Ogden's four agents. I made the assumption, I guess we all made the assumption, that the right side was for personal use and the left side was for business, but we were wrong. The envelope for Bonfiglia was different from those of the other women. Students?"
"No erotic photos," said Vince.
"No love letters," said Martha.
"Correct, just the contract for the farewell tour. Ogden never had a romantic relationship with her. He arranged for the tour, he underwrote the expenses, but he wasn't paying off a sexual debt the way he did with the others. He knew that Safeer would hear about the tour. He was pushing one more button."
"How?" asked Jessup. "What has Bonfiglia got to do with Safeer?"
"I don't know," Sammy confessed. "But Ogden obviously did, and he used it to set one last piece of bait."
"The fifth button. Her final performance is next Thursday at Carnegie Hall. Are you saying that Safeer will be there?"
"David Ogden knew his man. If he knew him as well as I think he did, then yes, I think he'll be there. Sorry, folks, but that's the way I see it. It isn't over yet."
22
IT should have been over for us, but it wasn't. We had done our jobs, and the rest of it should have been left to the proper agencies. If Hassan Rashid, aka Safeer, was really going to risk his neck by coming into the country to attend the farewell performance of an overage opera singer at Carnegie Hall, then the job now belonged to Immigration, the FBI, and the NYPD in that order. I say "if'” he was coming because I wasn't anywhere near as confident as Sammy was that he would show. I agreed with Sammy that Ogden 's operation had been brilliantly conceived. (That it also had been unblushingly evil was something else again.) But to me the brilliance had resided in the timing of the events, the sequential pushing of all the buttons, and not in any single one of them. Taken all together, they would have created what Sammy had called a psychological blitzkrieg, but I had my doubts that any one of them alone, save perhaps the attack on Lila, would have been enough to do the trick. So I wasn't at all comfortable about this night at the opera, and I would have been more than happy to bow out of the job at that point, but we were stuck with it for one simple reason. Nobody knew what Safeer looked like. Plastic surgery had changed his face and his fingerprints entirely, and careful schooling had done the same for his voice, his speech patterns, and his accent. We had to assume that with the manufactured papers available to him, he would have no trouble clearing Immigration into the country, and that he would be virtually unidentifiable once he was here. If his purpose had been simply to enter the country, there was no way in which we could have stopped him, but he had a theoretical goal, and that made it possible. I say theoretical because I still did not fully believe that he was coming, but the assumption was that he was headed for Carnegie Hall, and that's where we came in. Only a sensitive had the ability to spot him in a crowd and set him up for the suits, and so we still were on the job.