Suddenly, he saw another familiar face. He paused to be certain this wasn't deja vu or some other faulty association. Sometimes a sixty-five-year-old's mind played tricks on itself. Once he considered all possibilities, only one stood out as logical. This was the young woman Kat Clancy, the petite dark-skinned Muslim woman wearing the kerchief.
Tom tried to avoid snap conclusions, but familiar scenarios immediately came to mind. He thought of the San Bernardino shooters, a man and a woman, both of whom had been radicalized, perhaps one by the other, although who recruited who remained uncertain. Why would a Muslim woman, clearly of Middle Eastern descent take the profoundly Caucasian name of Clancy? A false middle-eastern name would have aroused no suspicion, but Clancy was clearly a fake
