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think, in this case, they will be without any excuses not to cooperate with you, Lieutenant,” asserted Allan Banks, the Senior Special Agent.
Bradley quickly understood Allan’s intent, and also the lieutenant’s point, both taking advantage of the fact that the debriefing was being recorded and later available for review.
The debriefing had been going on for little over an hour, when Jonathan thought it was time to conclude.
Understandably, they hadn’t much to report or talk about this early in the investigation.
“It is now 8.35 AM. This preliminary debriefing ends now,” he declared as he switched off the recorder.
***
The newspaper late-news and the national TV channels in the Breakfast News slot briefly mentioned about the shootout in Yonkers, the inner suburbs of the New York City, apparently between rival drug lords.
Most news reports hinted at a fall-out among drug traffickers, fighting for control of their territories, further reporting the
finding of four bodies, one of them being allegedly the body of the landlord who had rented out the premises to members of a drug gang. That both the NYPD and the FBI were observed to be investigating the crime scene.
For more details of the gang-war shootout, the media awaited the Police Press Conference scheduled for 4.30 PM that day.
***
As Jonathan Bradley drove away from the crime scene area, he wondered if he would find Samantha’s room-mate, Elaine, at their apartment.
It’d soon be 9.00 AM, but it was a Saturday morning when there would be no classes to attend.
If she had been out on a date the previous night, then either she’d be spending the night out someplace, or would have arrived home late night, the latter meaning that she’d be sleeping at home until mid-morning.
Bradley decided that he would not telephone her now, but would drop by her apartment around 11.00 AM or so.
He had been sending flowers to Samantha at her sister’s place through Elaine ever since she had refused to take his calls.
However, there were encouraging signs now that Samantha was slowly getting over her trauma and he would have her back again.
The next time, he decided to include a personal note with the flowers. He truly believed that it was only a matter of time. Soon, she would consent to meet him.
For now, he was being kept busy with his intelligence work in the FBI. And, he had just suffered a setback in the Yonker Islamic-Jihadist terror plot case.
Instead of extending cooperation, as was expected of them, the Israelis had pulled a fast one on them.
He was not without suspicions about the CIA’s awareness of the whole episode. It was never beyond the formidable Agency to motivate anytime its hands–off policy in the affairs affecting its hidden-agenda, such as the Mossad’s escapade in Yonker on the American soil.
His mind next shifted to the NYPD’s investigation into Samantha’s rape assailant. The last time, he had met with the lady detective, she had informed him that they had two suspects who needed to be interrogated thoroughly for evidence that would stand in court. That was a week ago.
Almost four weeks had gone by and still the NYPD had not caught and indicted the alleged rapist.
As any investigating officer would know the first twenty-four hour period of any crime is the most crucial period to find important clues or the offender. He was now losing patience with the NYPD.
This morning, he has had his breakfast, if not his sleep. Why not drop by the detective’s office and learn more? Perhaps, he would convince her to accept his help in the investigation.
***
Jonathan Bradley was in the act of turning the car and heading towards the NYPD’s Detective Bureau office, when he overheard the dispatcher’s call on the police radio in his FBI car.
He turned on the volume to listen more
Bradley quickly understood Allan’s intent, and also the lieutenant’s point, both taking advantage of the fact that the debriefing was being recorded and later available for review.
The debriefing had been going on for little over an hour, when Jonathan thought it was time to conclude.
Understandably, they hadn’t much to report or talk about this early in the investigation.
“It is now 8.35 AM. This preliminary debriefing ends now,” he declared as he switched off the recorder.
***
The newspaper late-news and the national TV channels in the Breakfast News slot briefly mentioned about the shootout in Yonkers, the inner suburbs of the New York City, apparently between rival drug lords.
Most news reports hinted at a fall-out among drug traffickers, fighting for control of their territories, further reporting the
finding of four bodies, one of them being allegedly the body of the landlord who had rented out the premises to members of a drug gang. That both the NYPD and the FBI were observed to be investigating the crime scene.
For more details of the gang-war shootout, the media awaited the Police Press Conference scheduled for 4.30 PM that day.
***
As Jonathan Bradley drove away from the crime scene area, he wondered if he would find Samantha’s room-mate, Elaine, at their apartment.
It’d soon be 9.00 AM, but it was a Saturday morning when there would be no classes to attend.
If she had been out on a date the previous night, then either she’d be spending the night out someplace, or would have arrived home late night, the latter meaning that she’d be sleeping at home until mid-morning.
Bradley decided that he would not telephone her now, but would drop by her apartment around 11.00 AM or so.
He had been sending flowers to Samantha at her sister’s place through Elaine ever since she had refused to take his calls.
However, there were encouraging signs now that Samantha was slowly getting over her trauma and he would have her back again.
The next time, he decided to include a personal note with the flowers. He truly believed that it was only a matter of time. Soon, she would consent to meet him.
For now, he was being kept busy with his intelligence work in the FBI. And, he had just suffered a setback in the Yonker Islamic-Jihadist terror plot case.
Instead of extending cooperation, as was expected of them, the Israelis had pulled a fast one on them.
He was not without suspicions about the CIA’s awareness of the whole episode. It was never beyond the formidable Agency to motivate anytime its hands–off policy in the affairs affecting its hidden-agenda, such as the Mossad’s escapade in Yonker on the American soil.
His mind next shifted to the NYPD’s investigation into Samantha’s rape assailant. The last time, he had met with the lady detective, she had informed him that they had two suspects who needed to be interrogated thoroughly for evidence that would stand in court. That was a week ago.
Almost four weeks had gone by and still the NYPD had not caught and indicted the alleged rapist.
As any investigating officer would know the first twenty-four hour period of any crime is the most crucial period to find important clues or the offender. He was now losing patience with the NYPD.
This morning, he has had his breakfast, if not his sleep. Why not drop by the detective’s office and learn more? Perhaps, he would convince her to accept his help in the investigation.
***
Jonathan Bradley was in the act of turning the car and heading towards the NYPD’s Detective Bureau office, when he overheard the dispatcher’s call on the police radio in his FBI car.
He turned on the volume to listen more
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