Anita took ten minutes to get settled into one of the first floor bedrooms and to get into her bathing suit. Kathy was already in the water unwinding after yesterday’s long drive and a restless night. She had a lot to think about. Her new job and very attractive boss made her wonder if she was ready for another relationship. Why was this sexy, intelligent and rich guy unattached? Was he attracted to her?
Anita arrived at poolside, gave Jack a hug, and said, “If this is how counter terrorists live and work, count me in. This place is gorgeous.”
Jack said, “My dad loved to come here, but the tranquility wore him down after about three weeks, and he had to move on. Now, go get a good swim. In about a half hour, we’ve some serious planning to do.”
Anita entered the pool without a splash and joined Kathy swimming laps. Kathy was sleek and swift in the water, but Anita, using a powerful freestyle stroke, easily overtook and passed Kathy. She moved through the water like a seal, almost no splash, yet she surged up and down the pool. Her flip turn was quick and elegant.
After getting a good workout and taking in some good old Southern sun rays, the two women joined Jack. The tall blonde athlete from a well-to-do Southern lifestyle and the shorter muscular woman from the soft coal area of Pennsylvania chatted and laughed as they toweled off and sat down in the cabana.
Anita said, “Okay, Boss, we’re here and ready. What and how’s this going down?”
Jack said, “Well, we told the FBI about a bombing cell in New York, and until it all plays out, we can’t send them any more leads. They wouldn’t pay any attention to a second report about a bomber who plans to set off a couple of bombs between the first and 15th of May in a different location. In fact, a second tip given to them may even weaken their interest in the first lead.
“If the police and the FBI find our first information accurate and they get the bombers, then we’ll have great credibility and can pass leads to them they will act on. So we deal with this Florida bomb cell and I mean kill them. There is no other way. We have to take this cell out, but leave enough evidence to help the local cops figure out these were bad people intent on mass murder. We need some more info on the Yulee cell.”
Kathy said, “We know now where they live and work. We have their license plate numbers and makes of all the cars. They have two cars, a green 1995 Chevy pickup truck with a Florida tag number BRG 609 and a beige Lincoln Town Car tag number CIT 295. DMV data support our information and confirm full names and addresses. Norma Carlson is the leader of the cell. Since she is 63 with no history I can find, she is probably an original member of the network. She owns a shabby antique/collectibles shop on route A1A in Yulee. The other member of the cell is her long-term lover or common-law husband named Stanley Jones. Jones does have a traceable history and was born in Athens, Georgia, in 1945. Jones served in the U.S. Army in the First Air Cavalry Division in Vietnam. He held the rating of a Spec 4 and was in several actions. I could not get access to his military records without attracting attention. Thanks to Yuri’s records and the internet we have quite a bit of information.
“The couple lives in a trailer park less than a mile south of A1A on U.S. 17. A narrow lane, Citrus Drive, turns east off 17 and winds back about a quarter of a mile to a trailer park with about forty trailers.”
Anita said, “What we need is some info on the terrain around the trailer and a good approach and escape plan.”
Kathy nodded her head and said, “Tomorrow we need to follow them for a few hours and get a look at their trailer. Some good maps would also help.”
Jack said, “We have maps in the study. Dad was a real map person. He had good maps wherever he lived. Tomorrow Anita and I will be one team, and Kathy you’ll be the second team. Your job is to check out their trailer and surrounding terrain. Take a lot of pictures.”
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Facts and Fictions 