Hell's Corner (46 page)

S
TONE CLOSED HIS EYES
and sent his mind back to that night. For the second time in twenty-four hours he assembled the pieces in his head, but this time the images were even more vivid. He realized clearly this would be his last chance.

First up, Friedman on the bench. Dozing and then chatting with her fake lover on the phone. Then Alfredo Padilla in his jogging suit and iPod walking into the park from the northeast. Next, there was Fuat Turkekul lurking on the northwest side of the park examining a statue and actually waiting to meet with Friedman. Finally Stone recalled his exact steps in the park. Hearing the motorcade coming, starting to walk through the park, looking at the other people there.

The British security agent in the cammie jacket and seemingly walking in quicksand. He was behind Stone when the gunfire started. Now Stone opened his eyes and stared north, toward the Hay-Adams Hotel and then beyond it. Up floor after floor until his gaze reached the location of the shooters. U.S. government building. Didn’t know how they got in, but they did. They wanted Stone to stumble on things that appeared to be the truth, yet weren’t. But they hadn’t wanted him to find the U.S. government building connection. He’d unconsciously gone right instead of the left they had expected. That was why an attempt had been made to kill him and Chapman soon afterward.

Which also meant they were always watching.

Now Stone closed his eyes again and envisioned the first bullet hitting several feet to his left. Then more rounds pounding the dirt. Pings and zings everywhere. He’d dropped to his belly. The
Brit behind him had done the same. Friedman and Turkekul were already gone from the park. Padilla began the slow zigzag run for his life and ended up in the tree hole.

Boom.

Stone opened his eyes again and looked over at Chapman, who’d been standing there staring at him the whole time, her arms folded over her chest.

“Can they arrest you for not showing up for the hearing?” she asked.

“Probably,” said Stone in a clearly uninterested tone. “All the shots were on the western side of the park,” he said.

“Right, you mentioned that all the white tents were on the left side but didn’t explain what you meant by it.”

“That’s because I didn’t know what it meant. But why? Why were all the shots on that side?”

In response Chapman pointed to the government building. “Just the location of the shooter. It was a clear field of fire from there. They could see over the trees.”

“They could see over the trees on the right side too. They could fire through the tree canopy for that matter. Why did they need a clear field of fire? They obviously weren’t aiming at anyone.”

Chapman started to say something and then stopped.

“But that’s not the most important question,” he said.

“Okay, what is the most important question?” she asked.

“What was the test?”

She looked confused. “What test?”

“I think I know what Tom Gross was going to ask Steve Garchik. Garchik said bombers like to test their equipment, to make sure it works. I think Lafayette Park was the test. But what was tested? We originally thought the bomb was meant for another time, another event, but was accidentally triggered. Then we thought it might have been a test run. But those two hypotheses are incompatible. It’s either one or the other. Not both.”

Chapman started to say something again, but once more stopped.

“A test run? Like Garchik said, the bomb part always works. It’s the connections that fail. But would you risk detonating in Lafayette Park just to test your connections?”

“No,” said Chapman automatically. “They went to way too much trouble.”

“That’s right, way too much trouble.”

“So what then? You mentioned it was about the dogs. I’m assuming you meant the bomb sniffers.”

“I did. Where’s your laptop?”

Chapman pulled open her bag and slid it out. They walked over to a bench and sat down.

“Bring up the video from the night of the bombing,” he instructed.

She did so.

“Run the feed that happened before the gunfire started.”

Chapman pushed some keys and brought that image up.

“Hold it right there.”

She hit the pause button.

Stone rose and pointed to the northeast corner of the park. “Padilla entered the park at that spot.”

Chapman glanced down at the screen and then at where he was pointing. “That’s right.”

“Why that spot?”

“Why not that spot?”

“There are lots of places to enter the park. Remember Carmen Escalante said that her uncle was going to eat at a favorite restaurant on Sixteenth Street. That’s on the west side of the White House, not the east. If he were walking from Sixteenth Street he would have reached the west side of the park first, not the east. So why did he come in on the east side?”

“Maybe he went somewhere else. We never followed up on the restaurant where he actually ate. Or maybe he did eat there and then went somewhere else for a drink that was on the east side of the park.”

“Or maybe,” said Stone as he pointed at the screen. “Or maybe he had to enter the park on the east side because of that.”

Chapman looked where his finger was. “Because that’s where the police were stationed, you mean?”

“No, because that’s where the bomb dog was stationed. Run the video.”

Chapman hit the play button. Padilla walked within a foot of the
dog. In fact it seemed as though he went out of his way to walk near the dog.

“But why would that matter? The dog didn’t do anything.”

“You’re a Brit. Ever read the Sherlock Holmes story entitled ‘Silver Blaze’?”

“Sorry, never got around to those.”

“Well, in that story Holmes was able to make much of the fact of the curious incident of the dog in the nighttime.”

“Why, what did the dog do?”

“Absolutely nothing. And as Holmes pointed out,
that
was the curious incident.”

“You’re only making me more confused.”

“The test, Mary, was to walk past that dog and not have it react. To have it do nothing, in fact.”

It took a moment, but the look on Chapman’s face turned to astonishment. “Are you saying that the bomb was on Padilla and not in the root ball?”

“Yes. A couple of pounds of Semtex would’ve caused the damage that occurred. He could’ve easily had that on his person.”

“But the leather bits from the basketball?”

“There was never any basketball. He had the leather bits already in his pocket. The tree farm, George Sykes, the hoop, John Kravitz—all were misdirection.” He added, “Carefully researched misdirection. When they discovered the tree was coming from Pennsylvania they also learned of Kravitz’s shady past.” He looked to the office building where the shots had come from. “And that explains why the gunfire was only on the west side. They couldn’t chance hitting Padilla. If the dog were on the right side, Padilla would have walked past it and then made his way to the east side. Because that’s where the hole was. Which was the other critical piece.”

“Are you saying he threw himself in that hole and then blew himself up?”

“The only plausible reason for him to run and throw himself in the hole in the first place was because it seemed that he was running for his life. The hole was in essence his foxhole. The gunfire was the catalyst. He would have no other reason to do it. That was why they needed to have the gunfire. To give him a reason to run and
jump in that hole. Otherwise, if he simply detonated aboveground, we would all know the source of the explosive. Diving in the tree hole made us all look at the maple as being the source. Donohue told them when the hole would be covered. They had that one night to do it. Then we discovered all the planted evidence.”

“But hang on. Garchik said that dogs could never be fooled. How could Padilla get past that dog with a bomb on his person?”

“Garchik already told us. That was probably the other thing Gross wanted to ask him. What did Garchik tell us about smells?”

“That you couldn’t cover them up from a dog.”

“And he also said that smells were
molecular
. That’s the reason nothing can contain them. That’s why dogs can sniff out things locked in steel containers, covered in smelly fish and wrapped in miles of plastic.”

“Right.”

“And what did we learn about nanobots?”

“That they’re nasty buggers.” She paused, her jaw slowly descending. “And that they’re molecular too.”

“Exactly. They’re
molecular
too.”

“Are you saying that they used the nanobots to create a new type of explosive? The nineteen thousandth and first, if you will?”

“No. The ATF apparently found the usual type of explosive debris. Nothing revolutionary at all, which makes the whole thing even more brilliant. They used the nanobots to molecularly change the smell that traditional explosive materials give off. They would still make the thing go boom, but they wouldn’t smell like anything the dogs have been trained to ferret out. That’s how Padilla got past the dog.
That
was the test. Get past the dog’s nose with a bomb strapped right on your person. And they did it.”

“But why would he do it? He’s not Russian. He’s from Mexico.”

“Mary, where was all the evidence we found pointing to the Russians?”

“The gun and the funny language being spoken. And—” She stopped. “It was all fabricated. To make it look like the Russians were involved.”

“Yes.”

“But he blew himself up. Why? What reason would he have? You
said it yourself. They penetrated the most guarded space on earth, for no reason.”

“No, they did it for a reason. A very good one. Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“To see Carmen Escalante. And let’s get there before they kill her too.”

CHAPTER 84

N
O ONE ANSWERED THE KNOCKS
at Carmen Escalante’s home. Chapman backed away from the front door and eyed the windows. “Do you think she’s gone for good? Or someone’s taken her?”

Stone peered through the window on the left side of the door. “The place still looks lived in. She might have just gone somewhere.”

“So Padilla blew himself up. Why?”

“That’s why I’m here. To ask Carmen if she might know why.”

“So you think she’s in on it?”

Stone didn’t answer right away, principally because he didn’t know how to answer. “I don’t think so, but there’s no guarantee.”

“But if she’s not in on it she won’t be able to help us.”

“Not necessarily.”

Stone moved around to the rear of the house and Chapman followed.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Now we know or at least strongly suspect Padilla was the bomber. We can ask her questions we couldn’t before. If she’s involved, we’ll know pretty quickly. Then we can take her into custody and question her officially. If she’s not involved she may be able to tell us something helpful. Something her uncle mentioned. Something she overheard. Visitors he might have had here.”

Stone tried the back door but it was locked.

Chapman put her face to the rear window and looked inside. “Nothing. But she could be lying dead and out of sight. Do we break in?”

Stone already had two slender instruments out of his pocket. “It’s a deadbolt. It’ll take a little time.”

Chapman put her elbow through the glass, reached through the broken pane and turned the lock. “My way’s quicker.”

Stone slowly put away his lock-pick tools. “You break and enter a lot in your line of work?”

“Only when I’m bored.”

They passed through the door and into the small kitchen.

“Food in the fridge and dirty plates in the sink,” said Chapman as she looked around.

Stone looked at the dried food. “Breakfast, probably from today.”

Guns out, they moved into the hall and quickly searched the main level.

“Okay, no bodies on this floor,” said Chapman. “Let’s try upstairs.”

A two-minute search there turned up nothing.

Chapman flicked through the clothes in the young woman’s closet. “Some nice things in here. Maybe she got paid off. That story about donations might have been bullshit.”

Stone pointed to the set of braces in the corner. “How can she walk without those?”

Chapman examined them. “These are her old ones. Remember she said she was getting a new pair?”

Stone looked around the room. “Okay, Padilla was involved. We have the Latinos in Pennsylvania involved.”

“And they’re dead too. Whoever their employer is, he’s not too loyal.”

“Or he simply demands the ultimate sacrifice from his people,” replied Stone.

They went back downstairs.

“Do we wait for her to come back?” asked Chapman.

Stone shook his head. “I’ve got a feeling this place is being watched. So they know we’re interested in her again.”

“So you’re saying we might have just signed her death warrant, you mean?”

“If we could only find out where she’s gone.”

They went out the back door and walked around to the front. Stone looked up and down the street.

Chapman said, “It seems this might be a neighborhood where
some nice old lady might be peering out her window to see what’s going on.”