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flickered, looking first at Gamble, then exchanging a long expressionless look with her partner. Casanare raised an eyebrow.
Carroll sat down, and in a calm, even voice that ticked off hijacking, treason and murder the way someone else might call off items on a grocery list, led Jim down the trail that began in St. Petersburg and ended in Anchorage.
"Jesus god," Jim said, when she finished, and cursed himself immediately for betraying how impressed he was.
"Indeed," Gamble said.
Jim eyed him speculatively. "Can we spell promotion?" he said.
Nobody said anything.
"You said you couldn't show me a picture of this Ivanov, because you didn't have one," Jim said. "You said he was very careful about not being photographed."
"As careful as he is about never leaving witnesses behind," Gamble said, and smiled.
There was a brief silence. "You've got a witness," Jim said. "Somebody survived the hijacking. Or the robbery. Didn't they?" Nobody said anything again.
"Yeah, well. Bering's a hell of a long way from Anchorage." Gamble steepled his fingers and smiled over them. "FBI Anchorage contacted the Alaska State Troopers and put in a request to all communities with a Russian presence to be on the lookout for, etcetera.
We got a bite. A trooper in Bering spotted someone whose description leads us to believe is another player, an Alexei Burianovich. Known associate of Ivanov. Probably was in on the hijacking." "Uh-huh," Jim said again, managing to infuse the two syllables with considerable skepticism. "Plus you didn't mention we were taking on the goddamn Russian Army."
"I knew I forgot something," Gamble said.
"Save it. Why don't you just go in and pick them up? It's a small town, they'll be easy to find, and they can't be here legally." Gamble's smile faded. "I told you, Jim. We need a line on that zirconium. If we swoop down and arrest the whole boiling lot of them, we'll never see it again." "And we want Ivanov," Carroll said.
Casanare smiled. It wasn't a nice smile.
"What makes you think they haven't already moved it? They stole it, what, March twenty-eighth? That was three months ago. What makes you think it's still for sale? And why Alaska? For crissake, Gamble, how would they get it all the way across Russia and Siberia and the Bering Strait? There have got to be easier routes, not to mention closer customers. I can think of two or three in the Middle East without even opening up this week's issue of Timer
"To answer your first question, we've been monitoring our sources in the arms-manufacturing markets. There has been no word that it's out there.
Yet."
Jim reflected. "That doesn't wash. What kind of self respecting crook would steal that kind of thing if he didn't already have a buyer?"
"Maybe he did have a buyer, and maybe the warlord he was about to sell it to got knocked off his throne before he could take delivery." Gamble looked up from his steepled fingers with a too-bland expression. ' answer your second question, the FBI has come up with a projection that estimates a ten-year trend toward an increase in domestic terrorism.
We're looking at weapons of mass destruction, Jim, biological, chemical, as well as nuclear. Hell, we don't even have to get fancy, all it takes is a couple of bar rels of fertilizer and some fuel oil in a Ryder truck. The Oke bomb was just the first shot in a long war."
Casanare examined his fingernails. Carroll looked bored.
"As for why Alaska?" Gamble said. "Because, along with Montana and Idaho, Alaska is a breeding ground for radicalism, and the numbers are only increasing. Have you taken a close look at the Juneau legislature lately? Some of those people are slightly to the right of Adolf Hitler, and there's more of them moving up here all the time. They can't get far enough away from the federal government to suit them."
"What a laugh," Jim said, "considering about ninety percent of the state of Alaska is owned by the federal government." "Yes, well, no one said
Carroll sat down, and in a calm, even voice that ticked off hijacking, treason and murder the way someone else might call off items on a grocery list, led Jim down the trail that began in St. Petersburg and ended in Anchorage.
"Jesus god," Jim said, when she finished, and cursed himself immediately for betraying how impressed he was.
"Indeed," Gamble said.
Jim eyed him speculatively. "Can we spell promotion?" he said.
Nobody said anything.
"You said you couldn't show me a picture of this Ivanov, because you didn't have one," Jim said. "You said he was very careful about not being photographed."
"As careful as he is about never leaving witnesses behind," Gamble said, and smiled.
There was a brief silence. "You've got a witness," Jim said. "Somebody survived the hijacking. Or the robbery. Didn't they?" Nobody said anything again.
"Yeah, well. Bering's a hell of a long way from Anchorage." Gamble steepled his fingers and smiled over them. "FBI Anchorage contacted the Alaska State Troopers and put in a request to all communities with a Russian presence to be on the lookout for, etcetera.
We got a bite. A trooper in Bering spotted someone whose description leads us to believe is another player, an Alexei Burianovich. Known associate of Ivanov. Probably was in on the hijacking." "Uh-huh," Jim said again, managing to infuse the two syllables with considerable skepticism. "Plus you didn't mention we were taking on the goddamn Russian Army."
"I knew I forgot something," Gamble said.
"Save it. Why don't you just go in and pick them up? It's a small town, they'll be easy to find, and they can't be here legally." Gamble's smile faded. "I told you, Jim. We need a line on that zirconium. If we swoop down and arrest the whole boiling lot of them, we'll never see it again." "And we want Ivanov," Carroll said.
Casanare smiled. It wasn't a nice smile.
"What makes you think they haven't already moved it? They stole it, what, March twenty-eighth? That was three months ago. What makes you think it's still for sale? And why Alaska? For crissake, Gamble, how would they get it all the way across Russia and Siberia and the Bering Strait? There have got to be easier routes, not to mention closer customers. I can think of two or three in the Middle East without even opening up this week's issue of Timer
"To answer your first question, we've been monitoring our sources in the arms-manufacturing markets. There has been no word that it's out there.
Yet."
Jim reflected. "That doesn't wash. What kind of self respecting crook would steal that kind of thing if he didn't already have a buyer?"
"Maybe he did have a buyer, and maybe the warlord he was about to sell it to got knocked off his throne before he could take delivery." Gamble looked up from his steepled fingers with a too-bland expression. ' answer your second question, the FBI has come up with a projection that estimates a ten-year trend toward an increase in domestic terrorism.
We're looking at weapons of mass destruction, Jim, biological, chemical, as well as nuclear. Hell, we don't even have to get fancy, all it takes is a couple of bar rels of fertilizer and some fuel oil in a Ryder truck. The Oke bomb was just the first shot in a long war."
Casanare examined his fingernails. Carroll looked bored.
"As for why Alaska?" Gamble said. "Because, along with Montana and Idaho, Alaska is a breeding ground for radicalism, and the numbers are only increasing. Have you taken a close look at the Juneau legislature lately? Some of those people are slightly to the right of Adolf Hitler, and there's more of them moving up here all the time. They can't get far enough away from the federal government to suit them."
"What a laugh," Jim said, "considering about ninety percent of the state of Alaska is owned by the federal government." "Yes, well, no one said
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