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She knew that if he’d had his way, Lou would have kept Foreman out of the meeting. But as he’d explained it to her, he couldn’t block BCI from sitting in on the briefing, and he didn’t have anything more than circumstantial evidence to bring against Foreman, not to mention that one cop charging another cop was fraught with bureaucratic red tape and could not be done without the inclusion of the very highest brass-and Lou wasn’t prepared to go that route, given that he was pla
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O’Brien said, “We believe you will either be contacted or abducted.”
He said this loudly, and in a way that to her sounded grossly impersonal. She felt shivers ripple up her arms.
Riz clearly felt the man’s insensitivity as well. He lowered his voice, looked directly at Liz, and continued, “We don’t know where or when. We don’t know how. Our intel is basically nil on this case. All we have is you, Mrs. B., and it’s time we laid down some ground rules.”
Liz had hoped to sit around as a spectator, a listener, to avoid any direct participation in this meeting, to let Lou do the talking for her. But she felt her mouth move, and out came words. “Yes… well… I don’t know how many of you have ever been on the other end of this kind of surveillance, but I find it claustrophobic, invasive, and oppressive. So the sooner it’s over, the better.”
Riz and O’Brien ran down a number of possible scenarios for her abduction or participation.
Liz said, “You must be aware that there are at least four other people with security clearance to access the IBM AS/ 400s.”
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O’Brien said, “Our play is that you’re their target. Keep in mind that we are substituting one of our people for you, so there is basically no situation in which we see you in any kind of trouble. But we must take precautions. Our primary concern is what actions we take as a group, and specifically you as an individual, if we in fact experience an ACL. To brief you on the various proactive responses at your disposal.”
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“If I carry one of those tracking boxes, they’ll search me and find it, right?” she asked. “I mean, assuming they realize they’ve got the wrong woman and then somehow get hold of me.”
Riz explained that there were other, smaller devices available that could be rigged inside her bra or in a hem, the toe of a shoe, or even her underwear or “on her person,” which she took to mean a body cavity, and she felt briefly ill.
Riz added, “With the smaller devices transmission distance is considerably reduced.” He made it sound like he was selling her a vacuum cleaner.
“So put one in my clothes. I’m okay with that.”
“Fine,” Riz said.
Lou met eyes with her, admiring her. She appreciated the gesture, but realized that at that moment he had little idea what she was going through.
“Your options include,” O’Brien listed, “your playing by their rules and waiting it out; your attempting to give us some way to locate you; or-”
“Escape,” LaMoia said, interrupting.
“Consideration of escape is not an option,” Matthews said, objecting. “Trying to outrun organized crime single-handedly is simply not an option.”
Again, husband and wife met eyes. Wasn’t this exactly what Lou was proposing to her? Wasn’t this the solution he had pla
Again words left her mouth. “You’re saying it is not an option.” She made it a statement.
Matthews said delicately, “Thinking about it, focusing on it is not an option. They’ll pick up on it. Hostage situations require the abducted individual to loosen the hold of the keepers. One does this by playing into whatever it is they’ve asked of you. By cooperating, not disobeying. You surprise them by your willingness, your eagerness, to cooperate. This has been proven over and over again to be a hostage’s most effective way to gain enough physical freedom and emotional detachment to invoke a causal action that either reco
“Taking a phone off the hook, for instance,” Riz said. “If we suspect a general area you’ve been taken to, we’ll look for that kind of thing: a phone line left open for a minute or more.”
O’Brien added, “You can ‘accidentally’ turn a stereo or television on too loudly. If they’ve got you in a car, you might bump the emergency flashers, might even turn them off yourself, apologizing.”
Riz said, “Activate the rear wiper if it’s not raining. Toss litter from a window. All these things are potential helpers.”
“But what you don’t do,” Matthews said, “is try anything too overt: dialing the lieutenant’s number, or 911 from a telephone or mobile phone. That would put you at risk, even if you see the opportunity.”
“Check that,” Riz said, interrupting Matthews. “If you dial 911 from a land line, even if you hang up immediately, we’ve got you, so don’t rule that one out completely. Same with a pay phone, a car phone-a cell phone,” he said, glancing at Matthews, “anything you can get your hands on.”
Liz took note of the contradiction and sided with Matthews. Riz and O’Brien sounded more like they wanted her to keep the game going than to protect herself.
“Try to stand out of the crowd whenever possible,” O’Brien said. “If they’ve got you moving, and they very well may, then cross on the red lights, jaywalk, use the stairs, avoid the crowds. It’s the simple little things that allow us to stay with you better.”
“The computers,” Foreman said suddenly from his bench. He glanced at Liz. He had told her his and Geiser’s intentions-that she wire the money to a government account regardless of what people like Riz told her to do. “Yes!” Riz said. “Should you find yourself logging on to the AS/400, about to gain access, first please type either Miles6 or Sarah4 as your password. The server won’t allow you access, but you’ll try again, using your correct password, and you’ll be in. By doing so, you drop a handkerchief for us to follow.”
“A handkerchief?” Liz inquired, not appreciating the analogy. It made her into a Victorian woman trying to garner attention.
“We could tell you more, but we’d have to kill you,” a smiling O’Brien joked before thinking. The comment sobered and silenced the room. O’Brien apologized and said, “We believe Hayes possesses some way to erase all record of whatever he has you do while inside the server. If you signal us ahead of time, using Miles6 or Sarah4, it greatly increases our chances of tracing whatever it is you initiate.” She fought herself to not look over at Lou. “It has to do with network IP addresses, and things I don’t even understand, but White Collar Crime made it clear that they need you to send us the smoke signal if they’re to have a chance.”