The In Death Collection Books 6-10 - J. D. Robb [490]
“It’s not impossible, sir.”
“If it’s a copycat,” Feeney put in, “it’s going to be tougher.”
“Even a copycat has to have a connection,” Eve insisted. “The Apollo group was essentially disbanded when Rowan and some of his top people were killed. That was over thirty years ago, and the public was never privy to any but the sketchiest of details about him and his organization. Without a connection, who cares? It was over years ago, a lifetime ago. Rowan’s not even a smudge in the history books because it was never proven—in reports to media—that he was the head of Apollo. Files verifying this are sealed. Apollo claimed responsibility for some bombings and for Arlington, then essentially vanished.
There’s a connection,” she finished. “I don’t believe it’s a mirror, sir, but a personal stake. The people who head Cassandra killed hundreds yesterday. And they did it to prove they could. The bombs at Radio City were a tease, a test. The Plaza was always the target. And this echoes the theme used by Apollo.”
She nodded toward the screen again, shifted to new copy. “The first building Apollo claims to have destroyed was an empty storehouse outside of what was then the District of Columbia. The local police were alerted, and there were no injuries. Following that, the locals were tipped that there were explosives in the Kennedy Center. All but one bomb was defused, the building was successfully evacuated, and the single explosive discharged caused only minor damage and injury. But this was immediately followed up by a bombing in the lobby of the Mayflower Hotel. There was no warning given. Casualties were steep. Apollo took responsibility for all three incidents, but only the last was reported in the media.”
Whitney leaned forward, studying the screen. “What was next?”
“The newly refurbished U-Line Arena during a basketball game. Fourteen thousand people were killed or injured. If Cassandra runs true to form, I’m looking at Madison Square or the Pleasure Dome. By keeping all data out of the mainframe and within this room, there’s no way for Cassandra to know our current avenue of investigation. We should be a step ahead of them.”
“Thank you, Lieutenant Dallas. Lieutenant Malloy, your report on the explosives?”
Anne rose, moved to the middle board. The next thirty minutes were technical: electronics, triggers, timers, remotes, materials. Rate of detonation, scope of impact.
“Pieces of the devices are still being gathered on-scene and are under lab analysis,” she concluded. “At this time we know we’re working with intricate, handmade units. Plaston appears to be the material of favor. Analysis is incomplete as to the capabilities of distance on the remotes, but it appears to be extreme long range. These aren’t toys, no homemade boomers, but high-level military-style explosives. I concur with Lieutenant Dallas’s opinion on Radio City. If this group had wanted it blown, it’d be dust.”
She sat, giving way to Feeney. “This is one of the surveillance cameras my team swept out of Radio City.” He held up a small round unit hardly bigger than the circle made by his thumb and forefinger. “It’s damn well made. We tagged twenty-five of them from scene. They watched every step we took and could have blown us to hell in a heartbeat.”
He slipped the bug back into its seal. “EDD is working with Malloy and her people to develop a longer-range, more sensitive bomb scanner. Meanwhile, I’m not saying the feds don’t have good people, but so do we. And it’s our damn city. Added to that, this group contacted Dallas. They targeted her. You pull her back now, and us with her, you’re going to change the balance. Once it tips, we could lose it all.”
“So noted. Dallas?” Tibble lifted a finger. “An opinion on why this group contacted you?”
“Only conjecture, sir. Roarke owns or has interests in the targets thus far. I’m connected to Roarke. It amuses them. Fixer referred to it as a game. I think they’re enjoying it.