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The agent continued, "Sounds mostly like a crank, eco issues, but who knows what it's a front for."
Sellitto continued, "We sure it's him?"
After an apparently motiveless attack, it wasn't unusual for a number of people to take credit for it. And threaten to repeat the incident if some demands weren't met, even though they themselves had nothing to do with it.
McDaniel said in a stiff voice, "He confirmed details of the bus attack. Of course we checked that."
The condescension explained some of Rhyme's distaste.
"Who received it and how?" Rhyme asked.
"Andi Jessen. I'll let her give you the details. I wanted to get it to you as fast as possible."
At least the fed wasn't fighting a turf war. The dislike eased a bit.
"I've told the mayor, Washington and Homeland Security. We conferenced about it on the way over."
Though without our presence, Rhyme noted.
The fed opened his briefcase and took out a sheet of paper in a clear plastic envelope. Rhyme nodded to Mel Cooper, who, in gloved hands, removed the sheet and placed it on an examining table. First, he photographed it and an instant later the handwritten text appeared on the computer screens around the room:
To Andi Jessen, CEO, and Algonquin Consolidated Power:
At around 11:30 a.m. yesterday morning there was an arc flash incident at the MH-10 substation on W 57 Street in Manhattan, this happened by securing a Bennington cable and bus bar to a post-breaker line with two split bolts. By shutting down four substations and raising the breaker limit at MH-10 an overload of close to two hundred thousand volts caused the flash.
This incident was entirely your fault and due to your greed and selfishness. This is typical of the industry and it is reprehensable. Enron destroyed the financial lives of people, your company destroys our physical lives and the life of the earth. By exploiting electricity without regard for it's consequences you are destroying our world, you insideously work your way into our lives like a virus, until we are dependent on what is killing us.
People must learn they do not need as much electricity as you tell them they do. You have to show them the way. You are to execute a rolling brownout across the New York City service grid today--reduce levels to fifty per cent of offpeak load for a half hour, starting at 12:30. If you don't do this, at 1 p.m. more people will die.
Rhyme nodded toward the phone and said to Sachs, "Call Andi Jessen."
She did and a moment later the woman's voice came through the speaker. "Detective Sachs? Have you heard?"
"Yes, I'm here with Lincoln Rhyme and some people from the FBI and the NYPD. They've brought the letter."
Rhyme heard exasperation and anger as the woman said, "Who's behind it?"
"We don't know," Sachs said.
"You have to have some idea."
McDaniel identified himself and said, "The investigation's moving along, but we don't have a suspect yet."
"The man in the uniform at the coffee shop yesterday morning, by the bus stop?"
"We don't have his identity. We're going through the list you gave us. But nobody's a clear suspect yet."
"Ms. Jessen, this is Detective Sellitto, NYPD. Can you do it?"
"Do what?"
"What he's asking for. You know, reduce the power."
Rhyme didn't see any problem playing games with the bad guys, if a little negotiation gave extra time to analyze the evidence or run surveillance on a terrorist. But it wasn't his call.
"This is Tucker again, Ms. Jessen. We strongly recommend against negotiating. In the long run, that just encourages them to up their demands." His eyes were on the large detective, who stared right back.
Sellitto persisted, "It could buy us some breathing room."
