Chapter 8

"Ah! There you are!" Jack said, sounding relieved. "Did you find him?" Sophie asked as she looked over at Jack who was now leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head. "I sure did," he answered as he sat forward in his chair and began to type on his computer.

"His name's Harry Walker. He works in air traffic control," Jack read from his computer screen. "We better wake up the chief," Charlie suggested. "Yes, we should," Sophie agreed.

Sophie walked out of the room and into Emily's office. She walked over to the couch where Emily was sound asleep, placed her hand on Emily's shoulder and gently shook her. "Chief. Emily," Sophie whispered softly. Emily made a groaning "uh huh" acknowledging Sophie and then rolled over. "Did you find something?" she asked before opening her eyes.

"Yes, we did. His name is Harry Walker. He works for the airport, in air traffic control," she repeated, just as Jack had told her minutes before. "Do we have a motive yet? Anything happen to him that would've made him do it?" Emily asked as she sat up and stretched.

"No, nothing yet," Sophie replied. "We just found him a few minutes ago." Emily nodded after hearing what Sophie had just told her and thought for a minute. "Have we talked to Amelia and George? Did we find out what their witness saw?" she asked. "No, but can do that now," Sophie replied. Emily got up and the two headed back towards the other room.

Once they were in the room, Jack handed Emily a few pieces of paper that had a photo of Harry and other information that they needed to know. She flipped through the papers, taking a long glance at each one. "Let's call George and see what he and Amelia found out from the witness," Emily said after she was finished looking at the papers. As Jack went to pick up the landline to call George, it began to ring. Jack answered the phone and put it on speaker. Recognizing the number, he answered saying, "Amelia, you're on speaker. What did you find?"

"The witness we talked to works for the airport. He said he saw him with a backpack and then without it. He was in an employee who he recognized but couldn't think of his name," Amelia told them

"His name's Harry Walker. See if he knows the name," Emily told her. "Just a sec," Amelia said as she walked back into the room where George and Barry were still sitting and put the phone on speaker. "Do you know someone named Harry Walker?" she asked as she looked at Barry. "Harry? Yes! Harry! That's his name!" Barry replied suddenly realizing the name he had forgotten. "I used to work with his cousin, Freddie. Poor guy was workin' out on one of the engines and got sucked up by one of the turbines. He and Harry were close. Used to tell stories about them as wee lads. I feel bad for the guy, he was like his brother," he told her.

Emily looked at Jack and asked, "Can you look up someone named Freddie who used to be a mechanic there in the airport's database?" Before she could finish, Jack was already typing away on his computer. "Got 'em," he began. "His name's Freddie Thompson. Worked as an aviation maintenance technician for fifteen years until he died in a freak accident six months ago. He was working on a plane for British Airways and, just like yer witness said, he was sucked up by the turbine. The worst part of it is the airline refused to take responsibility. Didn't pay his wife a dime because they claimed it was his fault for being in the way," he said.

"That must have been the trigger," Charlie commented. "So that's why he put the bomb where it was. To take revenge on the company that did that to his family," Sophie added. "What's Harry's address?" Emily asked as she looked up at Jack.

Jack began typing on his computer again and then stopped. "28 Hornsey Rise Gardens, in London," he answered. "Okay, let's go. George, Amelia, I'm sending you the address. Meet us over there," Emily commanded her team. The agents all headed out the door and for the elevators to get to their cars.

They drove in one car, Charlie driving, Emily in the passenger seat, and Sophie and Jack in the back. "Jesus, Charlie," Jack shouted from the back seat. "Are you tryin' to kill us?" he asked as he grabbed for the overhead handle. "Come on now. I'm just trying to get us there as quickly as possible that's all," he responded with a smirk on his face.

"This is the last time we let you drive," Jack muttered under his breath as he turned to look out the window, still holding onto the handle. They arrived at Harry's home and just a couple minutes later were joined by Amelia and George.

Vests on and weapons in hand, they headed for the front door. Emily knocked on the door and announced, "Interpol!" The door suddenly flung open by a short and stubby woman with short, curly light brown hair and brown eyes. Startled by the weapons, she immediately put her hands in the air. "Ma'am we're looking for Harry Walker. Is he home?" Emily asked her. "No. My Harry, he, he," she stuttered, nervous because of the weapons that were in front of her and fearful of what her husband had done. When she saw the fear in Mrs. Walker's eyes, Emily lowered her weapon. The team then did the same. "Where is your husband, Mrs. Walker? Where did he go?" Emily asked her in a kind voice.

"He, he went to the cemetery to visit Freddie. He said he had a rough day at work and that he needed to talk to him," she told her. "Which cemetery is he buried in?" Jack, who was right behind Emily, asked. "Highgate Cemetery. On Swain's Lane," Mrs. Walker responded.

"Thank you, ma'am," Jack said to her. "Did he do something bad?" Mrs. Walker asked as she looked Emily in the eyes. Emily, seeing how terrified this woman was, gently responded. "Your husband is responsible for the events that happened today at London City Airport.

Mrs. Walker's eyes dropped and she retreated back inside her home. The agents headed back to their cars and began to drive toward the cemetery.