Chapter 7: The Book Is Dead
The New York office was a flurry of activity, every available agent was put on the case. Phones were ringing off the hook, the press had figured it out. People were setting up equipment, everyone was preparing. The trace had been useless, the missing had vanished yet again. In the center of the organized chaos stood the Deputy Directer, giving orders and shouting into his phone.
"We need the money now!" His anger and frustration genuine.
Paula VanDoren was supervising the organization of cameras, recording equipment, and men. Agents wre being sentto various areas of the city, awaiting the signal. They knew it was a trap,or rather a smokescreen for something greater, but it was all they had. They were going to be prepared. They were going to the extreme.
Jack Malone and Samantha Spade raced to the prison. The ride was silent, each absorbed in their own thoughts.
Jack replayed the arguement in his mind. Everything was on the line, the book had been thrown out the window. He had argued with Paula as to how to proceed in the investigation, but the fact that it was Victor's son had its benefits, no one questioned his orders.
Sam's thoughts were on a different track. The wheels turning in her mind revolved around a single line. "Martin's worse off." His tone had given it all away, the sand was streaming quickly through the glass.
The two agents were shown into an interview room, where a young woman awaited.