Chapter 3

Once the footage had been given to the team, they watched the explosion unfold before them on a television screen. They watched the explosion several times from different camera angles, seeing what both Emily and Clyde had experienced such a short time ago.

"There!" Charlie exclaimed in a loud voice. "That man, the employee scurrying off down the corridor," he said pointing to the man that Emily and Clyde had seen and attempted to go after. "Is there a clear shot of his face?" Emily asked, looking to Jack, who was controlling the footage. "Let me see what I can do," he said, "But I can't make any promises. This bloke looks like he knows what he was doin'." As Jack tried to zoom in on the suspect's face, he realized that this man was even more clever than they had thought. "Oh, bloody hell!" he stated, sounded rather annoyed. "This bastard covered his face with the cap he has on. He didn't want us seein' his face," he said.

"Well, I guess we're going to have to start looking elsewhere," Emily said, now thinking of where they should look now that they were back to square one. "Has the bomb squad figured out what triggered the explosion yet? If we know what kind of bomb was used, we'll have a better idea of what kind of person or persons we're dealing with," she said. "I'll take a stroll down there and see if they've got anything," Charlie said. "That's a good idea," Emily said, agreeing with Charlie's suggestion.

Charlie got up, walked out of the conference room and headed toward the stairwell to go down to where the bomb squad was stationed outside. A few minutes after he left, an officer came hustling into the room. Out of breath, he started to speak. "I got this from the coffee shop just across from where the explosion happened. I think you need to see it."

Still catching his breath, he handed the tape to Jack who then popped it into the device hooked up to the computer. It was a different angle of the explosion than they'd seen in the other tapes they'd already watched. They all stared at the screen attentively, seeing everything as they had seen before, however this time they saw something different. "Wait! Stop it there! Zoom in!" Amelia exclaimed, jumping out of her seat.

Jack stopped the tape right where she had said and zoomed in, where they could now see something that they didn't see before. "Well, well, well," Sophie said, looking at the image on the screen. "I guess he wasn't as clever as we thought after all." The image that was on the screen was now a profile of a man that they were unable to see before. "Is there something on his face?" Sophie asked, pointing out the shadow over his jawline. Jack zoomed in the image even more than it was. "It's hard to tell, it could be anything, a birthmark, a scar, soot, dirt," his voice trailed off. "Well, it's something to look into," Emily said, making note of what they had found. "If it is a birthmark or a scar it'll make him easier to identify if he's in any kind of database," she said.

A short while later, Charlie had returned from speaking with the bomb squad. "Well?" Amelia asked, waiting to hear what he had to say. "They said they think he used a pressure cooker. Not sure what was in it yet, have to send it to the lab before they can figure that out," he said. "A pressure cooker?" Sophie asked, looking rather puzzled by the answer they were given.

George, who had been rather quiet throughout this time, finally began to speak. "Pressure cooker bombs are more common than you'd think," he began, "They've used them in many different bombings. The 2006 Mumbai train track bombings, the 2010 Stockholm bombings, the 2010 Times Square attempt, they all used pressure cookers."

"Rei-" Emily caught herself, beginning to call George by the friend he so much reminded her of. Correcting herself, she said, "George is right, they're more common than you'd think. But the question is how did he get it in here and what was in it?" "We won't know that until the lab figures it out," Charlie chimed in, reminding her of what he had said before.

Emily felt something wet on her forehead, now remembering the cut on her forehead that had opened up and started bleeding again. "Darling, I think it's time to get that checked out," Clyde said when noticed her wiping the blood away. "I honestly forgot about it until now," she said. "Alright, I think it's time we take this back to the office so we can maximize our resources there," Clyde instructed to the team. The team members began packing up the evidence and items that they had and headed for the cars.

"Not so fast," Clyde said gently grabbing Emily by the arm. "You need to be looked at by the medic before you go anywhere." The two walked down the stairs, heading for the medic's station that was stationed downstairs.

Once her forehead was checked out, the cut glued together and bandaged, they made their way to the car to head back to the office. Clyde helped Emily load her bags into the back of the SUV. "My God woman, what have you got in these bags," Clyde grunted, as he struggled to lift the bags into the trunk. "Well, I did have to bring almost everything with me. Unlike you men, us women have more than just a few pairs of underwear and some socks. I left more in storage back home," she remarked in a sarcastic tone. "And I'll have you know I have quite the wardrobe of my own," Clyde snapped back at her. Ignoring his comment, Emily changed the subject, "Alright let's just get back to the office so we can catch this guy okay?" "Alright, alright," he answered, closing the trunk.

Emily started walking up the right side of the vehicle. "I think you're going the wrong way unless you're going to drive in a country that you haven't driven in quite some time," Clyde commented. Remembering that the car they had was a lot different than the ones she used to drive in the U.S. she said, "It's been a while, I forgot you crazy Brits drive on the wrong side of the road." Clyde chuckled and climbed into the SUV, turned the key in the ignition and began to drive the two back to the office.

Looking over at Emily, Clyde decided to ask her what he had been wondering for weeks after she finally accepted his offer. "So what did make you decide to accept my offer? I know you were happy with your team, you all seem very close," he asked while he glanced in her direction. After a brief pause, she finally answered him. "Well, to be quite honest with you, things just haven't been right since the whole thing with Doyle. I left them, I ran from him and then I came back and it was like I wasn't the same person I was before. I tried but nothing was the same," she explained. "Or maybe it was your charming British self," she said jokingly. Clyde cracked a smile as he answered, "Well, my charm is quite convincing," he said and chuckled. "I know it wasn't an easy decision leaving them," he said, now being serious. "No, it wasn't," she said turning to gaze out the window.