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Fifteen

Manhattan, New York

“What’s your information on EastCloud Flight Forty-nine Ninety?”

Special Agent Anne Bartell was unsmiling, as was her partner, Agent Phil Enroy, who’d clicked his pen and poised it over his pad. After Kate was cleared at security, they’d taken her to an interview room on the twenty-eighth floor of the FBI’s New York Field Office in Lower Manhattan.

It was late afternoon and people were leaving for the day.

Kate didn’t know Bartell and Enroy. She’d worked with agents at this office before; Nick Varner was one, but her call got bounced and had been assigned to agents who were new to her, so she was starting cold.

“You’re aware of what happened to the flight?” Kate asked.

“We’ve followed the press reports, including yours,” Enroy said.

“Is the FBI investigating in any way?”

“No cause has emerged for us to be involved. The NTSB leads the investigation. What’s the nature of your information?” Enroy said.

Kate started by relating background on Newslead’s public email for reader responses to stories, then reached into her bag and handed them printouts of the email. Upon reading it the agents made notes, and summoned Special Agent Ron Sanchez, a cyber analyst, who was also a senior member of the Joint Terrorism Task Force.

“Have you received any other communication from the sender?” Sanchez asked.

“Nothing.”

“Would you be able to forward me the email to this address?” Sanchez took out a business card and jotted down an email address.