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He shook Vigo’s hand. “Not a problem, sir. I understand.”
“It’s good to see you again. You were in the class—seven-thirteen or fourteen, correct?”
Noah nodded. “Seven-fourteen, sir.”
“I’ve heard extensive praise of your work in the Bureau, most recently the Annapolis murders.”
Noah raised his eyebrow, surprised that someone of Dr. Vigo’s stature would concern himself with a typical mass murder. Under normal circumstances, the FBI wouldn’t have involved themselves with murders by a disgruntled employee, except that it had taken place in a federal building and the shooter and victims were all federal employees.
While he acknowledged that his military experience helped him rise above being merely a competent agent, Noah didn’t see why his record would have been brought to the assistant director’s attention.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Please call me Hans. I’m not one for formalities.”
Noah followed Hans down the quiet hall. Every office door was open, lights off. There were two people meeting in a small conference room, visible through the partly open blinds. But the normally bustling headquarters was nearly empty.
Hans asked, “Coffee? Water?”
“No, thank you, sir.”
Hans turned at the end of the hall and opened the door to Stockton’s office. He closed it behind them, then motioned for Noah to sit at the long table on the far side of the large, organized room.
Hans took a seat across from him. “We have an extremely sensitive investigation we would like you to head up, Noah.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Early Saturday morning, a park service employee found a body at the Washington Sailing Marina, on the Virginia side of the Potomac. The victim was shot once in the back of the head. He had no identification on his person, but his prints confirmed that he was Roger Morton. I got the call early this morning.”
The FBI didn’t handle routine homicides. Noah’s curiosity was piqued.
Hans said, “Morton was released from federal prison in Oregon six months ago, on July first.” Hans opened his file and slid over a prison mug shot. Morton had the hardened expression shared by many violent criminals, the half-snarl curling his lips telling Noah this guy felt remorse only over getting caught.
Hans continued. “This case is sensitive for two reasons. First, the nature of Morton’s crimes. He was the right-hand man for a vicious killer who ran both a legal and illegal pornography business, specializing in online sex videos. Most of Morton’s crimes were committed at the direction of his boss, Adam Scott, who was killed during a confrontation with federal agents.”
The case sounded familiar, but Noah couldn’t remember why. “How long ago?”
“Six years last June. Are you familiar with it?”
“I was still in the Air Force.” He hadn’t even been stationed in the States at the time.
“Scott charged online viewers to watch him rape and kill his victims live on the Internet.”
Now Noah remembered. “The case was discussed in my cybercrimes class at Quantico.”
“The agent who tracked Scott to his hideout made incredible strides in tracing masked Internet feeds. Many of her protocols have been integrated into our e-crimes unit.
“The reason this case is so sensitive,” Hans continued, “is because Morton was killed here, just outside D.C. We’ve taken the case from the local police; all evidence is being sent to the FBI lab. Traditionally, jurisdiction is ours anyway because the murder was on federal land, though we usually let the locals handle routine homicides.”
Apparently, this situation was not routine.
“As part of Morton’s probation,” Hans said, “he wasn’t allowed within ten miles of anyone involved in his case, including his victims and their families. His last victim lives in Georgetown, as well as one of the agents involved in his capture.”
“Victim?”
“He was a repeat rapist.”
“And he only got six years?” Noah frowned. “Sentencing guidelines require—”
