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The Third Option :: Flynn Vince
Страница: 233 из 267He could use Irene and the Counterterrorism Center in a very limited support role, but thatwas it. The Cameron matter was to be kept quiet.
When the van arrived, Rapp abandoned his car and climbed in. Dumond and Coleman were waiting for him in the back. Hackett and Stroble were parked on Wisconsin in the Ford Explorer. When the van pulled out of the lot, it took a left and headed south on Wisconsin. Cameron's apartment was less than half a mile away. At the top of the hill, they took a left onto R Street and slowed to a crawl. The Dumbarton Oaks Research Library was on the left. The old Federal-style mansion was located on one of the most expensive pieces of property in Georgetown.
Rapp grabbed a secure Motorola radio from the rack and said, «Guys, I want you to hang back. Go down to Q Street and park. We'll go in and check it out first.»
Dumond said to Rapp, «We'll do a slow drive-by. I'll scan the building with the directional mikes and see if I can find out who's home.»
«Good.» Rapp looked at Coleman. «We need to take him alive.»
«I can't make any promises.»
«I know you can't, but we have to try.»
«All right.»
«You and I are going in alone,» Rapp said to Coleman. Then to Dumond he said, «Marcus, what else have you found out about this guy?»
«He teaches at George Washington University.»
«When do they meet?»
«I'm trying to find that out. I've already checked customs, and there is no record of him leaving or reentering the country in the last six months.»
«What about wheels?»
Dumond shook his head. «I checked DMV and came up blank.»
«Finances?»
«I haven't gotten around to that yet.»
«All right. Get me that class schedule first.»
Dumond held up one hand to silence Rapp and pulled the arm of his lip mike down with the other. «Stop at the next corner and give me a second to get things ready.»
Looking over at Rapp, he said, «We're one block away. Are you guys ready?»
«Yes.»
They cruised by once very slowly and then turned around for another pass. There were no alleys in this neighborhood, so trying to get a look at the house from behind would not work. Both times Dumond manipulated the tiny directional microphones atop the van to try and pick up noises within the three-story brownstone. On the second pass, Dumond told the driver to stop briefly in front of the house. Using a joy stick on his control panel, he zoomed the camera in on the mailboxes to the right of the front door. When he got the image he wanted, he told the driver to go to the end of the block and park.
When the van arrived, Rapp abandoned his car and climbed in. Dumond and Coleman were waiting for him in the back. Hackett and Stroble were parked on Wisconsin in the Ford Explorer. When the van pulled out of the lot, it took a left and headed south on Wisconsin. Cameron's apartment was less than half a mile away. At the top of the hill, they took a left onto R Street and slowed to a crawl. The Dumbarton Oaks Research Library was on the left. The old Federal-style mansion was located on one of the most expensive pieces of property in Georgetown.
Rapp grabbed a secure Motorola radio from the rack and said, «Guys, I want you to hang back. Go down to Q Street and park. We'll go in and check it out first.»
Dumond said to Rapp, «We'll do a slow drive-by. I'll scan the building with the directional mikes and see if I can find out who's home.»
«Good.» Rapp looked at Coleman. «We need to take him alive.»
«I can't make any promises.»
«I know you can't, but we have to try.»
«All right.»
«You and I are going in alone,» Rapp said to Coleman. Then to Dumond he said, «Marcus, what else have you found out about this guy?»
«He teaches at George Washington University.»
«When do they meet?»
«I'm trying to find that out. I've already checked customs, and there is no record of him leaving or reentering the country in the last six months.»
«What about wheels?»
Dumond shook his head. «I checked DMV and came up blank.»
«Finances?»
«I haven't gotten around to that yet.»
«All right. Get me that class schedule first.»
Dumond held up one hand to silence Rapp and pulled the arm of his lip mike down with the other. «Stop at the next corner and give me a second to get things ready.»
Looking over at Rapp, he said, «We're one block away. Are you guys ready?»
«Yes.»
They cruised by once very slowly and then turned around for another pass. There were no alleys in this neighborhood, so trying to get a look at the house from behind would not work. Both times Dumond manipulated the tiny directional microphones atop the van to try and pick up noises within the three-story brownstone. On the second pass, Dumond told the driver to stop briefly in front of the house. Using a joy stick on his control panel, he zoomed the camera in on the mailboxes to the right of the front door. When he got the image he wanted, he told the driver to go to the end of the block and park.