Chapter 75Arturo stood alone in the seventh-floor conference room. He had sent the rest of the local agents home and the out of town agents to a nearby hotel. They had been working around the clock, and they needed and deserved a couple hours of well-earned sleep. The far wall had become populated by smart boards and white boards, each with the name of a different terrorist organization at the top. He started pacing back and forth, quickly skimming each board before he moved on to the next.
He was on his seventh pass when a detail caught his eye. His suspicion level rose, and he scrambled back and forth between boards. After twenty minutes of re-reading each board, he pulled the one labeled Al Qaeda and pushed it across the room, stopping it next to the one labeled ISIS. He picked up a re
