Chapter 17
7:40 a.m.
Joint Counter-Terrorism Command Center - Midtown Manhattan
“How the hell did Begley know where we were?”
Luke stood in the doorway of the small room SRT controlled at the command center. Trudy and Swann were here, along with a few guys from the New York office. They stared at him with big doe eyes. Someone in the room was playing innocent. That, more than anything, made Luke see red.
“What?” Trudy said.
“Begley. He turned up at the Iranian’s apartment with the police. Nobody called him. He just showed up. How did he do that?”
Swann shook his head. He gestured at his machines. “This stuff is encrypted. I’m on my own network. There’s no way Begley’s people could break the code in the short time we’ve been here.”
“Trudy?”
She put her hands in the air as if he had
