She pushed off the sofa, set her laptop on the desk in front of him. “I wrote a draft to the team for your review.”
He read the document she wrote. “It’s great. Send it to Greystone and cc me.”
“Shouldn’t it come from you?” she asked. “You’re mission lead.”
“You wrote it,” he said. “You can send it.”
She did.
“What’s next, boss?” he asked.
“We need the flight plan for the charter jet,” Sydney said as she sat in the guest chair.
“I’m on it.” Teddy made a call, put it on speaker.
“Ben Lewin, ATC, Dulles.”
“Mr. Lewin, this is Special Agent Rory Green with the FBI,” Tank said. “I need the flight plan for a charter Boeing 747 departing Wednesday, oh-seven-hundred.”
“I’ll need your ID number and FAA authorization code.”
Teddy provided them.
“You’re gonna have to hold for me while I confirm your credentials.”
“No problem,” Teddy said.
Sydney raised her eyebrows while the on-hold music filtered through his phone. A long moment passed before the specialist returned. “Agent Green, you’ve been confirmed. Youneed the flight plan for a Boeing charter on Wednesday, oh-seven-hundred?”
“Correct.”
“One minute.”
While Teddy waited, he checked the bank program. It was still running, which was good, but it looked like it was gonna be a while before he was able to get past the firewall… if ever.
“The secrets of Theodore Santini continue to roll out,” Sydney said. “Where’d you get that alias? From BLACK OPS?”
“I got it a while ago, when I was working with Luciano. He got it from Sin.”
“Special Agent Green, you still there?” asked the air traffic specialist.
“What did you find?” Teddy asked.
“The flight plan is kinda confusing.”
“Why’s that?”
“There are two,” Ben Lewin said. “I’m sure there’s a mistake.”
“Lemme guess,” Teddy said. “One says the jet is bound for Hawaii. The other says it’s headed to the middle east.”
“Dubai,” said the controller. “Which one is the right one?”
“If we do our jobs, that flight won’t leave the ground,” Teddy said. “Can you take pics and text those over to me?”
“I can’t text them, but I can email them to your dot gov address.”
Teddy rattled it off, stayed on the phone until he got them. Once he did, he hung up.
