down on Quantico this year.
‘Team three here. We’re at Tolson Arms.’ Team three was Errol Henson, Nicky Di Martinez, and Carla Lee. They were in the dark blue engineering van, equipped for surveillance and carrying the Lynx server.
‘Team four setting up on State Street.’ Team four was Finch and Greavy, heavy-set men with bulldog expressions and quiet, efficient manners. ‘We’d like video hookups as soon as possible. Let us know which way they’re coming, gang.’
‘Apartment twelve at Tolson has motion,’ Lee said. ‘Lights are on.’
‘What’s parked out front, team three?’ William asked.
‘Five cars and a pickup,’ Errol Henson responded. His voice trembled. They were all high with excitement, like a brace of puppies chasing ducks for the first time.
William glanced at Rowland. She pressed her lips together.
‘Our suspect, Geronimo del Torres, is driving a 1959 Chevy Impala, primer gray with mottled paint, tinted windows, a work in progress, according to our sheet,’ Lee said.
‘We don’t see it,’ Henson said. ‘I like Impalas.’
Someone else said, ‘I catch and eat Impalas.’
‘Identify, joker,’ Farrow growled in all their ears, his voice like an angry God.
‘Team two, that’s me, Matty, sir.’
‘Tongues in neutral, team two.’
‘Yes, sir. Wit, sir.’
‘Team three here. A man and a woman, both Hispanic, are leaving unit twelve. They’re getting into a late model blue Camaro, license plate Wonka MF8905. Neither resembles del Torres.’
Hogantown police activities involved residents of five fictitious states: Graceland, Oceania, Sylvania, Wonka, and Numbutt. White-collar criminals usually came from Sylvania, smart crooks and contraband dealers of any stripe from Graceland; violent crooks from Wonka; drug dealers and dumb-asses from Numbutt. Profiling on that basis, however, was discouraged.
Matty pushed his head back against the neck rest. ‘I watched you in Rough-and-Tough. Very impressive.’
‘Thank you,’ Fouad Al-Husam said.
‘Natural born killer instinct.’
‘Not so killer,’ Al-Husam said. ‘They are images and cutouts, not people.’
‘Felt real to me. I wanted to throw up.’
‘Perhaps so did I,’ Al-Husam said.
‘Arabs don’t naturally like killing? That’s kind of news, isn’t it?’
‘I am not Arab,’ Al-Husam said, and he looked out of the car side window to avoid showing his irritation.
Matty glanced at Al-Husam. ‘I always feel like praying before going into practicals. How about you?’
Al-Husam nodded. ‘A little prayer,’ he said.
‘You pray five times a day, don’t you?’
‘Of course.’
‘I hope you don’t need to get down and pray right here,’ Matty said. ‘That would be inconvenient.’
Al-Husam took a shallow breath.
‘Five times a day. That’s more than my grandma used to do. She and my mama put me off praying. They were always asking for little things. “God, make my garden green. God, let me grow the prettiest roses, the biggest tomatoes. God, I hope the pot roast doesn’t burn.” See what I mean? But going through Quantico, I totally get it. “God, don’t let me screw up.” Where do you pray when you have to?’
‘Wherever there is room. Shall we concentrate?’ Al-Husam asked.
‘I am concentrating. Got it. Hoo-ah!’ Matty exclaimed, and touched his gogs.
Al-Husam jerked in surprise, that this man should proclaim Huwa, the name of the essence, Qul Huwa Llahu Ahad—Say, He is God, He is One.
‘That plate was on the board,’ Matty said, triumphant. ‘Let’s run a check before the others catch it.’
‘Of course,’ Al-Husam said.
William twitched in his worn bucket seat. ‘We had a bulletin on that vehicle,’ he said to Rowland. ‘I saw it in the briefing room.’ He pulled out his notebook and flipped through the pages, then resorted to the button pad hidden in his sleeve, to bring up the case on his gogs. Before hecould find what he wanted, in his ear he heard Matty
‘Team three here. We’re at Tolson Arms.’ Team three was Errol Henson, Nicky Di Martinez, and Carla Lee. They were in the dark blue engineering van, equipped for surveillance and carrying the Lynx server.
‘Team four setting up on State Street.’ Team four was Finch and Greavy, heavy-set men with bulldog expressions and quiet, efficient manners. ‘We’d like video hookups as soon as possible. Let us know which way they’re coming, gang.’
‘Apartment twelve at Tolson has motion,’ Lee said. ‘Lights are on.’
‘What’s parked out front, team three?’ William asked.
‘Five cars and a pickup,’ Errol Henson responded. His voice trembled. They were all high with excitement, like a brace of puppies chasing ducks for the first time.
William glanced at Rowland. She pressed her lips together.
‘Our suspect, Geronimo del Torres, is driving a 1959 Chevy Impala, primer gray with mottled paint, tinted windows, a work in progress, according to our sheet,’ Lee said.
‘We don’t see it,’ Henson said. ‘I like Impalas.’
Someone else said, ‘I catch and eat Impalas.’
‘Identify, joker,’ Farrow growled in all their ears, his voice like an angry God.
‘Team two, that’s me, Matty, sir.’
‘Tongues in neutral, team two.’
‘Yes, sir. Wit, sir.’
‘Team three here. A man and a woman, both Hispanic, are leaving unit twelve. They’re getting into a late model blue Camaro, license plate Wonka MF8905. Neither resembles del Torres.’
Hogantown police activities involved residents of five fictitious states: Graceland, Oceania, Sylvania, Wonka, and Numbutt. White-collar criminals usually came from Sylvania, smart crooks and contraband dealers of any stripe from Graceland; violent crooks from Wonka; drug dealers and dumb-asses from Numbutt. Profiling on that basis, however, was discouraged.
Matty pushed his head back against the neck rest. ‘I watched you in Rough-and-Tough. Very impressive.’
‘Thank you,’ Fouad Al-Husam said.
‘Natural born killer instinct.’
‘Not so killer,’ Al-Husam said. ‘They are images and cutouts, not people.’
‘Felt real to me. I wanted to throw up.’
‘Perhaps so did I,’ Al-Husam said.
‘Arabs don’t naturally like killing? That’s kind of news, isn’t it?’
‘I am not Arab,’ Al-Husam said, and he looked out of the car side window to avoid showing his irritation.
Matty glanced at Al-Husam. ‘I always feel like praying before going into practicals. How about you?’
Al-Husam nodded. ‘A little prayer,’ he said.
‘You pray five times a day, don’t you?’
‘Of course.’
‘I hope you don’t need to get down and pray right here,’ Matty said. ‘That would be inconvenient.’
Al-Husam took a shallow breath.
‘Five times a day. That’s more than my grandma used to do. She and my mama put me off praying. They were always asking for little things. “God, make my garden green. God, let me grow the prettiest roses, the biggest tomatoes. God, I hope the pot roast doesn’t burn.” See what I mean? But going through Quantico, I totally get it. “God, don’t let me screw up.” Where do you pray when you have to?’
‘Wherever there is room. Shall we concentrate?’ Al-Husam asked.
‘I am concentrating. Got it. Hoo-ah!’ Matty exclaimed, and touched his gogs.
Al-Husam jerked in surprise, that this man should proclaim Huwa, the name of the essence, Qul Huwa Llahu Ahad—Say, He is God, He is One.
‘That plate was on the board,’ Matty said, triumphant. ‘Let’s run a check before the others catch it.’
‘Of course,’ Al-Husam said.
William twitched in his worn bucket seat. ‘We had a bulletin on that vehicle,’ he said to Rowland. ‘I saw it in the briefing room.’ He pulled out his notebook and flipped through the pages, then resorted to the button pad hidden in his sleeve, to bring up the case on his gogs. Before hecould find what he wanted, in his ear he heard Matty
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