Chapter Forty
I speed-dialed Nick again to see what he had learned from his sources. According to his DOJ contacts, artifact smuggling was not only linked with the mob, but was definitely being used to finance terrorist activities. All the federal intelligence agencies—CIA, NSA, Homeland Security (that big umbrella that seem to include everyone else)—were on this.
“Here’s a hypothetical,” I said. “Suppose someone involved in ripping off terrorists wanted to disappear. Any idea who could help them do that?”
“Other than WITSEC?” Nick said. “There are actually people who do this for a living. Assist others in getting under the radar, that is.”
“I know that.” A hint of annoyance crept into my voice. The words had erupted from my mouth sharper than intended, so I stopped there. After a few
