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MARCH 26, 2010
FRIDAY, 10:41 p.m.
FRIDAY, 10:41 p.m.
As the hour closed in on eleven o’clock,
Laurie and Jack accompanied Detective Mark Bennett down the stairs
to say good-bye when the detective declared that everything they
needed to do had been accomplished. The most important thing was
the Stapleton phone. It was now being monitored twenty-four-seven,
and incoming calls could be traced from a bank of equipment in a
small makeshift office set up in a guest room on the first
floor.
“I’ll be checking in by phone in the morning,” Mark
said, pausing at the front door. Except for the officer manning the
communications equipment, who was going to stay all night, Mark was
the last person from the NYPD to leave.
“Thank you for all you’ve done,” Laurie said. Not
only had he supervised everyone else’s work, he’d taken the time to
explain to Laurie and Jack everything that had been done up to that
point. It started with the 911 dispatch of the first responders
from Central Park Precinct Twenty-two, and the Manhattan North
Patrol Borough, who had secured the crime scene, interviewed the
only witness, initiated the process of declaring the Amber Alert,
prepared the BOLO (Be On the LOokout) for a white van with six
adult men and one infant, and established a leads-management folder
at the NYPD’s Real Time Crime Center.
Mark had gone on to explain that after the first
responders’ work had been done, an initial supervisory officer had
dispatched an evidence collection unit as well as a crime scene
unit while also reviewing the sex offenders registry in the area of
the kidnapping and entering the case into the National Crime
Information Center’s Missing Person File.
“It had been then that I got involved,” Mark had
explained. “After both the police commissioner and the mayor’s
office were briefed, the case was referred by the chief of
detectives to the Major Case Squad, as well as the FBI, and Team
Adam. As I’m part of the Major Case Squad and was available, I was
assigned to run it. What I’ve managed to do with my staff so far is
to debrief the first responders and the only witness, and review
all the information that’s currently in the leads-management system
at the Real Time Crime Center at One Police Plaza.”
Jack opened the front door. A cool nighttime breeze
wafted in off the street. A few yells from an intense basketball
game on the neighborhood court were borne on the wind. “Looks like
a real neighborhood around here,” Mark noted. “It’s almost eleven
and the kids are still playing hoops. I’m glad to see it, and not
just because it helps keep them out of trouble. I like it because
it means it is a community.”
“It is a great neighborhood. Warren, whom you met
upstairs, is one of the local leaders. He and I play hoops all the
time, particularly on Friday nights. We’d be out there now if it
weren’t for this ongoing tragedy.”
“Earlier I told you what had been accomplished so
far in this case. All that pales to your cooperation and having a
name and a description to apply to the victim. I’m sorry you are
having to go through this, but you and your wife are, by necessity,
key players. We need your help. In return, I give you my word that
I, and everyone I command, will do everything in our power to get
your boy back healthy.”
“Thank you,” Laurie and Jack said in unison.
With a quick parting salute, Mark bounded down the
steps and entered a waiting unmarked official car. Both Jack and
Laurie silently watched the vehicle head up to Central Park West
and turn right on West Side Drive.
“I have a lot of confidence in him,” Laurie said,
in an attempt to buoy up her spirits. “I’m exhausted, but I know
I’m not going to be able to sleep.” She crossed in front of Jack
and re-entered the house.
Before Jack went in, he looked over to watch the
basketball game sweep up and down the court. Although he’d been
actively avoiding thinking about consequences, he suddenly found
himself hoping beyond hope that JJ would be found soon and not be
harmed so as to be able to grow up and experience the multitudinous
joys of life.
Back upstairs, Jack looked for Laurie. With all the
excitement suddenly over, he was worried how she was going to cope,
just as he worried about himself. He was surprised not to find her
in the kitchen. Neither of them had taken the time to eat anything,
as Detective Bennett had kept them busy answering questions about
JJ and his complicated medical history. Bennett had also quizzed
them about the kinds of service people who regularly visited the
house and if any had their own keys. Next he’d had them gather
objects likely to contain JJ’s DNA, find current photos of the
child, and even try to figure out what he had been wearing when
he’d been abducted.
Jack paused when he heard voices coming from the
family room. He’d almost forgotten that Lou and Warren were still
there. He was doubly surprised to find two additional men in the
room. Both were talking to Laurie, who was listening
intently.
“Ah, Jack,” Lou said. “Please come in! There are
some people I want you to meet.”
“Yes, dear,” Laurie said. “Come in!”
Everyone stood as Jack advanced into the room,
making Jack wonder about the apparent formality. He looked at the
two strangers, neither of whom he had seen until that moment. Both
stood ramrod-straight with shoulders back, with closely cropped
hair and dressed in snug, carefully tailored navy-blue suits, crisp
white shirts, and regimental ties. They both were slightly taller
than Jack’s six feet and looked to be in their early forties.
Particularly because of their svelte figures and hard, taut faces,
they appeared to be in superb physical shape. Jack’s impression was
that they were military, possibly Special Forces in civvies.
“This is Grover Collins,” Lou said, pointing to the
stockier of the two men.
Jack shook hands, peering questioningly into the
individual’s glacially blue eyes. The grip was strong but not too
strong, more confident than anything else.
“Terrific to meet you,” Grover said, with a hint of
an English accent.
“And this is Colt Thomas,” Lou said, gesturing
toward Grover’s African-American partner.
“My pleasure,” Colt said with a handshake the
mirror image of Grover’s. Jack hardly thought of himself as an
expert in accents, but if he’d been forced to guess, he would have
described Colt’s as Texan.
“Now, first let me apologize,” Lou said to Jack. “I
have taken it upon myself to invite Grover and Colt here tonight
because I think you and Laurie ought to hire them.”
Jack’s eyes went from Laurie and then back to the
guests. “Hired as what?” he asked.
“I think time is of the essence,” Lou continued,
ignoring Jack’s question, “and these gentlemen happen to agree with
me. Is that fair to say, gentlemen?”
“Indeed,” Grover confirmed without hesitation. Colt
merely nodded.
“Please, sit down!” Jack said, realizing he was the
de facto host at this impromptu meeting.
Everyone returned to their seats. Jack brought over
a straight-backed chair and sat down himself.
“I had the pleasure of working with these gentlemen
a few years ago,” Lou continued, “and I was very impressed, which
is the reason I called them tonight. They’re a relatively new
breed. They’re kidnap consultants.”
“‘Kidnap consultants’?” Jack questioned. “I didn’t
even now there was such a thing.”
“Actually, there are now quite a few of us,” Grover
said. “We refer to ourselves as risk managers as we prefer to stay
more or less in the shadows.”
“I was not aware of them, either,” Lou admitted.
“Not until I had the pleasure of working with them on a kidnapping
case—for a very successful outcome, I must add.”
“We’ve been born by demand,” Grover explained.
“Kidnapping flourishes in circumstances of disorder and confusion,
which the world has seen rather enough of these days, such that
there has been a serious uptick in incidence of kidnapping the
world over, but mainly in the Americas and Russia.”
“I was not aware of it,” Jack said, “but it does
make sense.”
“There are thousands of cases each year in hot
spots like Colombia, Venezuela, Mexico, and Brazil. We have about
forty field operatives in our firm, CRT Risk Management. We’re
active all around the world, and the only thing we handle is
kidnapping. I’m just back from Rio, and Colt returned yesterday
from Mexico City.”
“Are you ex-military?” Jack asked.
“How could you tell?” Grover smiled. “I’m ex-SAS,
and Colt is ex-Navy SEAL. Returning to civilian life after military
service has been difficult for us Special Forces fellows, and this
kind of work seems to have been tailor-made. Sitting in a La-Z-Boy
smoking a pipe and watching reruns of game shows is not a
possibility for any of us. We love our work.”
“Tell them what you told me,” Lou said. “Why you
could particularly help in their situation.”
“Having been briefed about your case, several
things jump out at us. First of all, the NYPD, like all police
departments in the USA, have had limited experience running a
kidnapping. It’s just the opposite with us. It’s all we do, and as
kidnapping has grown worldwide, it’s become more sophisticated,
both in terms of how the abductors work and how we professionals
respond.
“Second of all, our motivation is different from
that of the authorities. The authorities actually have conflicting
goals. They, of course, want to rescue your child, but that’s only
one of their objectives. They also want to catch the perpetrators,
and I say ‘perpetrators’ specifically, because modern kidnapping is
a team sport, and often they want to catch the perpetrators with
about equal zeal as they want to free the abductee. In other words,
there are political ramifications for the police and the FBI. Also,
what else is occasionally troubling is that the authorities often
are competitive with each other, which is hardly the kind of
situation that is the most successful.
“None of that is applicable to us. Bringing your
child home safe is our one and only goal and concern. We don’t care
about the perpetrators. We don’t care if they get arrested; we
don’t care if they get convicted. If they do, all the better, but
it is not our goal, whereas with the police or FBI it most
certainly is. As far as your son is concerned, we then have a step
on the police or FBI. We don’t worry about warrants for searches or
listening devices; we don’t concern ourselves with Miranda rights,
and we can and are, on occasion, heavy-handed with suspects. When
we need information, we get it. Let’s put it that way.”
“Do you consider yourselves vigilantes of sorts?”
Laurie asked.
“Not in the slightest,” Collins said. “Our sole
goal is the safe recovery of your child as soon as possible. That’s
the mission. If an abductor gets hurt, that’s their problem, not
ours, but we’re not about to punish anyone.”
“You’re only talking in generalities, Grover,” Lou
complained. “Tell them what you told me about specifics. Tell them
why you would be good for this case in particular.”
“Detective Soldano has been very open with us,”
Grover continued, “and he has shared with us the file from the Real
Time Crime Center. He’s also let us read the threatening letter
which you had received and ignored.”
“There were reasons,” Laurie said, embarrassed
anew.
“I can understand why you might have ignored it,”
Grover said. “So don’t be hard on yourself. It only mentioned you,
not your son. But the combination of your son’s abduction and the
letter tells us that this case needs to move forward quickly to
minimize the threat to your child, and that’s the way we will
approach the case if you decide to employ us. Knowing the police
and how they work, my strong sense is they will be conservative and
wait for the abductors to communicate here and begin a negotiation,
as they already have done. The passive approach, which is a
tried-and-true method, isn’t appropriate in this situation. We
believe the approach should be more proactive by anticipating
consequences. Although it’s generally difficult to discover where a
victim is being held, the opposite is true in this case for a
number of reasons. We think these kidnappers are not experienced.
The snatch was poorly planned and executed. Experienced kidnappers
don’t start the game off with a homicide, as Lou can tell
you.”
“It’s true,” Lou offered. “On the last and only
kidnapping case I was involved in, the snatch was the most
carefully planned part of the whole deal.”
“Second,” Grover continued, “there was no apparent
research as to the extent of personal wealth. If I’m not mistaken,
there is no huge payday here, like a huge family fortune that can
be tapped.”
“Hardly,” Jack responded. “All of our savings are
tied up in this renovated house.
“Let me tell you, in a kidnap-for-ransom case these
days, it is extraordinarily rare for the perpetrator not to have
done extensive research into the victim’s finances. It suggests
that the kidnapping was done not for monetary gain but for
something else entirely. The talk about money is probably a
distraction at best.”
“If the threatening letter is associated with the
kidnapping, as we believe it is, the real issue is for you to stop
investigating the case mentioned in the letter, at least in the
short run. What can you tell us about it?”
“It’s a case I’m taking over,” Lou said, speaking
up before Laurie. “It was initially thought to be a natural death,
but Laurie has proved otherwise. We also have a name: Satoshi
Machita. Just this afternoon Laurie has established quite
believably that it was an organized crime-sponsored assassination.
Beyond that I cannot say.”
“Interesting,” Grover said, pausing while he
pondered this new information. “The possible involvement of
organized crime is an important new wrinkle.”
“It’s certainly going to quickly influence my
homicide investigation,” Lou added.
“I’m also curious about the tone of the letter,”
Grover said. “It’s as if a third party was involved, making me
think there might have been an element of extortion playing a role.
I mean, why this anonymity?”
“My thought exactly,” Lou said. “And there was a
situation of such extortion in OCME about fifteen years ago.
Remember, Laurie?”
“Of course I do,” Laurie said. “Vinnie Amendola had
been indebted to the Cerino Mob for saving his father way back
when. And today Vinnie was acting very out of character. In fact,
he took an emergency leave, supposedly for a family
emergency.”
“Did he say where?” Lou questioned.
“He didn’t,” Laurie said.
“Well, I know what I’ll be doing first thing in the
morning,” Lou said.
“That could be helpful,” Grover said, “but I don’t
think we should wait until this Vinnie is located and questioned.
I’m concerned about the child’s safety. Whoever the abductors are,
they surely don’t mind killing, as evidenced by how they did the
snatch, and I’m worried what they will do with the child once they
believe they have achieved their goal of getting Laurie out of the
morgue to keep her from discovering what she’s already discovered,
which I’m assuming they don’t know as of yet.”
“What exactly would you do?” Jack asked. He did not
see anything else that could be done other than wait for the
abductors to call and then trace the call. “All I can see is what
the police are doing, trying to get the bad guys into a
negotiation. JJ could be anywhere, anywhere at all in the whole
state or neighboring states.”
“I think your child is nearby,” Grover said.
“Considering the way the case has gone so far in terms of a near
total lack of planning, your son is probably at one of the
participants’ homes. In many respects, handling and housing an
infant is logistically easier than an adult. With an adult, all
sorts of precautions have to be taken for them not to know where
they are secreted away and a method for housing them such that they
never see their captors, unless, of course, the abductors never
plan to release them. But killing the victim makes getting anything
in return impossible because of elaborate proof-of-life mechanisms
developed for the exchange process.”
“Okay,” Jack said. “I understand all that, but how
do you propose to find out where our child is being held? That
seems impossible to me.”
“It is often difficult, if not impossible,” Grover
agreed. “But there are unique situations that can help, as I
believe there are in this circumstance. First, there is the strong
possibility Vinnie Amendola may be able to help by providing
information about who the kidnappers are. But we shouldn’t wait for
that possibility, although we will encourage it. No, the unique
circumstance is the fact that you are living in a city with true
neighborhoods. People who are not New Yorkers probably would not
understand, as they see New York as a massive, impersonal city.
While we’ve been here waiting to speak to you and your wife, I’ve
had the pleasure to talk with your friend here, Warren Wilson, who
is very concerned about your child and eager to help.”
Grover gestured toward Warren, who nodded in
confirmation.
“He’s told me,” Grover continued, “that you and
your wife are respected and universally liked members of this
neighborhood, which is close-knit, and have been so for almost
twenty years. He also mentioned your generosity, in respect to the
playground across the street, and about young men who have stayed
in school and gone off to college because of you. It’s a wonderful
story, which is now going to come back and reward you.”
“How so?” Jack asked.
“One thing that CRT has learned over the years in
handling hundreds and hundreds of kidnapping cases is that the
kidnappers often watch over their victim’s families, mainly to
ensure that the families comply with their demands. One demand,
which is always a part of the kidnapping scenario, is to keep
authorities away from the action. The only way they can do that is
by watching that there isn’t police or FBI traffic in and out of
the family’s residence. If they see that happening, they bring it
up on the next call and make another distant threat that such and
such will be done to the victim.
“And if we are correct in assuming this particular
kidnapping is not primarily a kidnap for ransom but rather a way to
keep your wife from her work, there is even more reason to suspect
they will have a watcher on duty, at least during the daylight
hours.”
“So you intend to catch this watcher? Is that the
idea?”
“It is indeed. The reason that it works, which
we’ve been able to use maybe a half-dozen times before, twice in
São Paulo, Brazil, is that these are stable, tight neighborhoods
where the residents quickly recognize people hanging around who
don’t belong. Warren has offered to do that for you, starting early
tomorrow morning. He assures us this is a very tight community with
experience picking out strangers to keep gang violence to a
minimum.”
Jack looked at Warren, who again nodded in
confirmation.
“Once you catch the so-called ‘watcher,’ what do
you do?” Jack questioned.
“Best not to ask,” Grover said. “First we make
certain the individual is a watcher on the case in question. Then
we ask him or her where the victim is being held. As I said
earlier, in contrast to the police or FBI, our hands are not tied
by legal niceties. Our interest and concern are finding and
rescuing the victim. Sometimes it takes more persuasion than
others.”
“And once you have the location, what then?”
“It depends to an extent on how concerned we are
about the victim’s plight. If the risk is low, we’ll try to
determine before a raid where and under what conditions the victim
is being held. Sometimes, like with your son, we would move on a
rescue immediately. But that’s when Colt here comes into play. He
is CRT’s major rescuer. His talents are legendary. He’s capable of
entering a home and taking pierced earrings out of people’s ears
without waking them.”
“If we hire you,” Jack questioned, “how will the
police react? Do you or we tell them or keep it a secret?”
“We tell them. Actually, we try to work with them,
even to the point of giving suggestions when appropriate. We never
tell them what to do, just what we’ve done in the past that seemed
to work. Plus, we’re all for the police to have the credit when the
victim is rescued or exchanged. We truly do not want the credit in
the media, because we do our job better with anonymity.”
“Can I ask the cost?”
“By all means. Colt and I as a team will be two
thousand dollars a day plus expenses. Obviously, with no travel the
expenses will be minimal.”
“Excuse me for a moment,” Jack said, rising to his
feet. He motioned for Laurie to step out into the hallway. Once
there, he asked, sotto voce, “Well, what do you think?”
“I was impressed by Detective Bennett and how the
police have responded, but I’m also impressed by these two men.
They have enormous experience. I’m just so upset I don’t know if I
can make a rational decision, although the idea of being proactive
appeals to me.”
“Well said,” Jack responded. “I can’t claim to be
clear-thinking, either. Let’s get Lou’s and Warren’s
opinions.”
“Good idea,” Laurie said.
Jack stuck his head back into the room. He motioned
to Lou and Warren that he’d like to speak with them, and they
responded immediately. When they were all in the kitchen and out of
earshot of the men from CRT, Jack said, “Laurie and I realize we’re
not in the best condition to be thinking rationally, and frankly
are a bit overwhelmed. What do you people think we should
do?”
“I think you should hire these guys,” Lou said.
“That’s why I called them. I think it is a lucky break they are
available.”
“What about you, Warren?”
“I’d hire them. What can you lose? And I’m more
than happy to help for JJ’s and for Leticia’s sake. And all the
guys will be happy to pitch in. It’s not a problem.”
“Terrific!” Jack said decisively, trying to find a
way to lift his spirits as the nightmare continued to unfold around
him.