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“Do you know the sex? Do you want to?” Six asked.
“And names, what are the names?” Nora jumped in.
Beni sighed. “We just told our families yesterday. It’s twins, but we don’t know the sex yet. Due date is July.”
“Is that why there’s areunionon Tildas Island in March?” Cyn asked, remembering what Lucy had said.
“Yes. The June event will be changed into a reception, but we won’t announce that until after the actual wedding in March. Seriously, Cal, you couldn’t keep your mouth shut,” she grumbled. “He’s a little excited.”
“As you pointed out, love, they’re spies. If anyone can keep a secret, it’s them,” Cal said.
Beni let out another sigh. “Anyway, now that you know the latest and greatest, you want the update on the investigation?”
Everyone in the room murmured their assent, then Cyn spoke up. “Can we start with Waters?” she asked. Persons and Harrow had been in custody since MLK day, but Waters hadn’t yet been found.
Beni chuckled. “You must have a sixth sense or something. Neither Harrow nor Persons provided any leads, but we had a body wash up south of Boston this morning. DNA will take a few days, but the dentals match Waters. All that expensive dental work made it pretty easy.”
“Cause of death?” Six asked.
“Single gunshot wound to the head,” Beni answered. “The bullet lodged in the brain, and the techs will run the analysis tomorrow, but we anticipate it will match one of the guns Harrow and Persons had on them.”
“No honor among thieves,” Devil muttered.
“More like three young men with inferiority and ego issues who had access to guns,” Beni replied.
“What else?” Cyn asked.
“All three of their fingerprints were all over the nineteen intact bombs,” Beni answered. “Harrow and Persons are staying pretty quiet on most things, but we’re letting them stew. Their actions are considered an act of terrorism, so we have some ability to limit their access to attorneys. Once we have the formal identification of Waters, and assuming the bullet analysis comes back the way we think it will, we have a very special interrogation planned for them that pretty much wraps everything up in a bow. Actually,interrogationisn’t really the right word since we’re planning to present them with some of the most damning evidence and then give them an opportunity to come clean. We don’t have a ton of interest in hearing anything from them other than a full confession.”
“You don’t think they’re connected to other similar groups?” Nora asked. That was the question of the hour. Cyn didn’t doubt that the evidence Beni’s team had was enough to convict, but if there was a chance that they hadn’t been acting alone, or if they had contacts in some of the larger groups, that information could be valuable.
“We’re looking into it, but so far, our survey of their communications isn’t leading us to believe that’s likely. And Lucy and Brian are leading that line in inquiry, so if it’s there, we’ll find it,” Beni answered.
“How’d they get into the Jewish Center to place all the charges?” Joe asked.
Beni huffed. “Turns out Bartlett got them the security code to disable the alarm. We checked, and sure enough, it had been turned off Saturday night for six hours.”
“So, the bombs were sitting there all day Sunday and Sunday night and no one noticed,” Six mused. That wasn’t hard to imagine, none of the charges had been placed out in the open, but the thought caused a chill to race up Cyn’s spine.
“And to show their gratitude, they killed him,” Joe said.
“Like Devil said, no honor among thieves,” Beni replied.
“So that’s it?” Cyn asked.
Beni chuckled. “Yes, between you and your mystery pirate, you more or less handed us an open-and-shut case. I said it when we spoke in the hospital that day, but so you know, the FBI officially thanks you for your assistance.”
Cyn and her friends all snorted. Except Devil. Devil smiled. “Even though they don’t know who we are?” Cyn teased. They’d managed to stay out of every bit of media coverage, and Franklin had taken care of keeping them out of the after-action reports.
Of course, Fawkes and Anthony knew of their involvement, but she wasn’t worried they’d spill the beans. Franklin had given them a talking to, as had their own bosses. But even if they hadn’t, those two weren’t the type to gossip.
“Will you let me know when you close the case on Waters?” Cyn asked.
“Of course,” Beni replied. “Also, so you know, and, for obvious reasons, this isn’t common knowledge, but after the wedding, I’ll be leaving the FBI.”
Cyn wasn’t the only one to vocalize disappointment. She understood why, but that didn’t mean she liked the idea of the agency losing a good agent.
“But,” Beni said over the grumbling, including that of her own fiancé, though why he was grumbling, Cyn couldn’t imagine. He had the woman he loved getting ready to marry him, and they were starting a family together. Not that Cal wouldn’t have earned the presidential nomination on his own merits in three years, but Cyn was sure that marrying Beni and starting a family was going to seal the deal for him. For good or for bad, his and Beni’s story had a little bit of fairy-tale magic to it that the public loved.
