Sometimes you just know when you’re right. You can feel it in your gut.

I know we’re right about what’s been going on at the hospital; it checks all the boxes. Nate and Jessie know it as well; even though this has been a case filled with maybes and what-ifs, they haven’t pushed back on the theory at all.

I expect more resistance from Bradley, and I’m relieved when we don’t get it. He doesn’t even complain about having to come to the office at five o’clock in the morning, since he knows we wouldn’t dare call him in if it wasn’t tremendously important.

So he listens to a straight recitation of where we are and what we think. There’s a lot to update him on; for example, we hadn’t had a chance to tell him that Dr. Cassel lied about checking out Travis Mauer. But when I drop the bomb on him about the organ harvesting, he doesn’t flinch.

“You guys nailed it,” he says, when I’m done.

Nate asks, “So is Galvis bad, or just Cassel?”

“I don’t know,” I say. “But at this point it doesn’t matter. We need to stop what might happen, and sort it out later. If I’m right, there is going to be an explosion today. Two in fact, one here and one in Vegas.”

“But we don’t have any idea where,” Jessie points out.

“That’s not entirely true. We have some idea. It’s going to be where there are a lot of people, but more importantly, it will happen in a place where most of the victims will be taken to Bergen Hospital. We can figure out that radius.”

“It’s Saturday; it has to be a shopping center or a movie theater. There aren’t any concert facilities or sports arenas near Bergen,” Nate says. “And we don’t even know what time it might happen.”

“If it’s a shopping center, then some time around midday. If it’s a movie theater, then at night.”

“First thing we need to do is alert security in every possible place,” Bradley says. “And we have to call in Wiggins and the FBI. They have the resources, and they can bring in the ATF. Bomb squads will be crucial.”

I shake my head. “I agree with all of that, but it’s not enough. We’d be depending on luck, and that’s way too big a chance to take. And we’d have to get lucky twice; here and in Vegas. Not going to happen.”

“You got any better ideas?” Bradley asks; a well-timed question, because I think I do.

“Yeah. Wiggins told me that the explosives that courier would use would be triggered by a cell phone call, that the devices themselves would have cell numbers to be activated remotely with a phone call. So we shut down the cell towers.”

“Shut down all the cell towers in North Jersey?” Bradley asks.

“Every one that could provide service to the radius that Bergen Hospital covers. I don’t know how many there are, but there must be a lot of them. Shutting them down is our only way to ensure the device doesn’t go off.”

“Different companies own different towers,” Nate says. “We have no way of knowing which provider would be the one on the device.”

“That’s why we have to get them all,” I say, and then I turn to Bradley. “Wiggins needs to do this, because it has to be a Federal judge, and it needs to be done immediately. Each provider is going to have to be served an order on an emergency basis. It should cover the Bergen County radius, and the service radius for Harriman Hospital in Vegas. If a tower reaches the edge of the radius, they should opt to be overly careful and shut it down.”

“This is a huge ask,” Bradley says. “We know we’re right, but to get a judge to issue an order like this … I don’t think we have enough hard evidence.”

“You’ve got to convince Wiggins, and he needs to convince the judge. Make sure they realize that whoever says no is going to have a lot of blood on their hands.”