7:20 P.M.
CIA HEADQUARTERS
LANGLEY, VIRGINIA
A half hour after Dewey left, Jenna picked up her keys and walked out. She needed to get home and change, and pack, and maybe take a shower, before she picked up Dewey.
Her head went warm when she thought about picking him up, going to the boat with him, having dinner, seeing him in the morning. It went from her head to her chest up and back through her head, like a wave. She felt it, and then remembered she couldn’t.
“Stop it,” she said aloud to herself angrily. “This is about work.”
Well, sort of, I suppose, she thought.
She dialed Igor back as she walked to the elevators.
Igor began speaking, not saying hello:
“I ran down the eight hundred thousand, that was actually quite helpful,” said Igor in his sharp Russian accent. “These three have been in the United States for at least a month.”
“Where?” said Jenna.
“They’re all in New York City,” said Igor. “They move around a lot, these three. Who even knows if there are others? They sleep in shitty motels, always moving. There’s no way anything but the raw signals metadata could catch them. Police, FBI, there would be no way even a great detective would find them. Only the metadata shows the trail.”
“What’s the trail?”
“A lot of movement. A lot of cash. That’s where I am. These guys are highly trained. I’m working on it but they were stealthy.”
“Why Dewey?” said Jenna.
“They spent two days in Washington. The rest of it in and around New York. I think Iran developed intel on Dewey and someone told them to go kill him. Revenge for Paria.”
“What were they doing the other twenty-eight days?” Jenna said.
“They would spend entire days taking cash out of ATMs all over the city, even in New Jersey and Connecticut. Then they disappear. Off the grid for a day or two. They spent eight hundred thousand dollars in cash. On what? I don’t know,” said Igor.
“Can you find out?” said Jenna.
“Perhaps.”
“Perhaps isn’t good enough.”
“Jenna, I kid. Figuring things out is my middle name.”