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“I’m afraid it is, sir.”
The Federal Bureau of Investigation had a bead on one of its most wanted white-collar criminals, and years of searching had finally produced his whereabouts. Waiting for Monday morning and office hours and chambers time was not an option.
Judge Harris waved them both through the door. “Come on. Let’s see what you have. I’m leaving for church in an hour.”
Ten minutes later, the judge’s kitchen island was covered with the surveillance photos the agents had taken of the Lake Placid cabin, including a couple of long-range shots through the windows that captured the hazy figure inside. For thirty minutes the agents presented their evidence to the judge, who sipped coffee as he listened. They took him through the operation and brought the judge up to speed on the Bureau’s hunt for Garth Montgomery, and how they had, just this week, turned over the most damning evidence yet that convinced them the fugitive was hiding in the cabin featured in the photographs.
“Listen, Agent Sullivan,” Judge Harris said, “it’s a compelling case, and the Bureau should be applauded for the hard work it’s put in on this. But in order for me to sign off on a warrant, I’m going to need more than hazy photos of an unrecognizable figure in that cabin. I’ll need proof that it’s Garth Montgomery before I permit a SWAT team to crash through the front door.”
“We have it, sir,” Agent Sullivan said. “These”—she gestured at the photos on the kitchen island—“were just to show you that we’ve put in the legwork. This is our proof.”
Agent Sullivan removed her phone.
“Jim Oliver met with Claire Montgomery, Garth Montgomery’s daughter, on Friday afternoon. She provided us with proof that her father had attempted to contact her with a postcard that revealed his location. This was confirmed by a phone call she made to her father at the Lake Placid cabin. A call that she recorded herself and then delivered to the Bureau, on her own and without coercion.”
Agent Sullivan tapped her phone and Avery’s voice was heard.
Hello?
Dad? It’s me.
Claire?
Yes, it’s me.
You got the card. I knew you’d know what to do.
I have to see you, Dad. I don’t have a lot of time.
I’d love that. Where?
I’ll come to you. To the Lake Placid cabin. It’s safest that way.
When?
Sunday.
Okay.
Claire, I wanted to tell you—
Not over the phone, Dad. Get off the landline. I’ll see you Sunday.
Okay.
Agent Sullivan stopped the recording. “We know Garth Montgomery is at that cabin, and we know he’s there today. Tomorrow, he might not be.”
Judge Harris put his coffee down and flicked his index finger at her.
“Give me the warrant. I’ll sign it.”
CHAPTER 64
New Orleans, LA Sunday, July 11, 2021
HE SAT AT AN OUTDOOR CAFÉ AND WAITED. THE LAST TWO DAYS HAD been filled with movement—hurrying, packing, and speeding along the dark highways. Now he waited, and it was driving him mad. The copious amounts of caffeine and taurine surging through his veins from the energy drinks were not helping.
A dozen round tables occupied the outdoor courtyard next to the cruise terminal. He wore sunglasses that hid his bloodshot eyes as he scanned the crowd. He had been careful over the years to trust only a select few people, in whose hands he was comfortable placing his life. But that had all changed in the last forty-eight hours. He waited this morning on a stranger—a woman he had never met, but whose presence was vital to the next leg of an impossible journey that began years ago.
