Hideo leaned close to the computer screen as he ran through the tape from the security camera focused on carousel seven at Kennedy International. He’d arrived, gone straight to the Waverly Place mansion—one of a number around the city owned by Kaze Group—and set up shop.
He hadn’t had to ask how the baggage scan had made its way to Sasaki-san. Kaze Group had a hand, in one form or another, in the production of almost every piece of electronic equipment in the world. The chairman had no doubt ordered an image of the sword embedded in the pattern-recognition software. When that image passed through the scanner, it was automatically forwarded to the chairman.
And since Kaze had a hand in most of the world’s security systems and surveillance cams, Hideo had easily hacked into JFK’s network.
The tube had been loaded onto Northwest Flight 804 out of Kahului Airport, then transferred to Delta Flight 30 in Seattle. Flight 30 had arrived on time at 3:36. Hideo fast-forwarded ahead to 3:45 on the day in question and watched the passengers crowd around the carousel. He watched the baggage start to slide down the chute. The tube appeared at 3:58 and was picked up by a stocky, dark-haired man who had already picked out a suitcase. As he turned and walked toward the cam, Hideo executed a number of freeze frames, enhancing and downloading each to the server in the basement.
He was glad this was streaming video rather than a three-or five-second refresh. He might well have missed the opportunity for a close-up.
The man was traveling as Eddie Cordero. Hideo would soon learn his true name.
Then he switched to the exit cam, advanced it to 3:58, and waited for the man with the tube and the rolling suitcase. He appeared and walked over to the taxi area and waited in line for his turn. Hideo downloaded enhanced frames of the taxi’s license plates and the medallion number on its roof light.
He leaned back and smiled. All he had to do was track down those plates and medallion number, pass a little cash, and he’d know where that particular cab had dropped off the passenger picked up that day shortly after four P.M. at JFK.
He was beginning to understand why the chairman had chosen him: His computer skills made finding the man easy.
As easy as brewing tea.