I had to find Kelley. The Gabbibbs were lying about where they were from and one of them had explosives. I’m sure that being from Pakistan wasn’t a crime, but I thought the authorities might be interested in today’s combination of events.
By the time I got to AJ’s it was nine o’clock, the prime Foursome hour, and I was also in luck because Kelley was there. I didn’t say hello to anyone, I went right to Kelley.
“Kelley-you gotta hear this,” I said.
“What makes me think I’m not going to want to?” Kelley said.
“I found explosives in Gabbibb’s cousin’s grocery store, and his other cousin, the one who runs the electronics store in Staten Island, admitted that he’s not Indian-he’s Pakistani.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Don’t you see? They’re covering up being Pakistani, one of them has explosives-they’ve got to be up to some sort of terrorist thing.”
Kelley just stared at me for a second. He didn’t blink and his mouth hung open a little bit.
“Let me get this straight. Dr. Gabbibb is masquerading as an Indian because he’s really Pakistani. He’s financing a porn site, and he’s planning a terrorist act with his two cousins, one of whom has explosives in his grocery store?” Kelley said.
“Yes-there’s a Pakistani extremist organization known as Alfinuu. They make their money exploiting women they’ve deemed as ‘unclean’ through prostitution and pornography. It looks like he’s set up the same operation here and his cousins are in with him. They’re financing something big, damn it-something horrible.”
“You are out of your league-can you prove any of this?”
“Al sniffed out the explosives in East Dunham.”
“Al the cheeseburger-eating hound is doing your intelligence work?”
“I’m serious, Kelley!”
“You’re fucking nuts-that’s your problem.”
“Nuts! I’m not fucking nuts!” I could feel my forehead throb. “A little girl’s life is going to be ruined, some scumbags are fucking around with terrorist bullshit, no one can do anything, and I got federal guys threatening me-and I’m fucking nuts?”
“What do you mean you got federal guys threatening you?” Kelley said.
“I’ve had a Crown Vic following me home for the last two weeks. The other night, two federal types cornered me, jumped out of the car, put a gun to my head, and told me to leave things alone.”
“Who were they?”
“I have no idea, they didn’t identify themselves.”
“They show you ID?” Kelley said.
“They didn’t show me shit, they didn’t say shit-except to threaten me.”
“What did they look like?”
“Blue blazers, gray pants, one guy looked Middle Eastern, the other was young and blond.”
“Middle Eastern?”
“Yeah, but no accent.”
“Duff, the car, the outfits-they sound like FBI. I’d do what they say.”
“Can you find out anything about who they are, Kel?”
“No-the FBI doesn’t answer to us.”
“Then what the hell do I do? I’m not sitting back while something happens to this kid. And what if these guys are planning something? Then, what do I do?”
“Call the FBI anonymously and tell them about the explosives,” Kelley said.
“What will that do?”
“In this day and age, a lot. They will follow up.”
That made some sense. I didn’t know where the Crown Vic was from or what they were up to. Maybe they were on to the Gabbibbs and I was in the way. If the Crown Vic boys were from the FBI, then the FBI should know what I knew. And if those guys weren’t from the FBI, who the hell were they?
I wasn’t letting go of going after Shony, though. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do next, but I was going to do something. This had gotten way too personal, and it wasn’t time for me to let it go-not a chance.
I asked Kelley for the number for the appropriate FBI contact. He fished a small piece of paper out of his wallet and pointed to it. I borrowed Rocco’s cell phone and went outside. I called and spoke quickly to some clerical type and then I hung up.
There, I had done something a responsible levelheaded citizen would do.
I came back inside AJ’s and got a fresh Schlitz.
“Did you call?” Kelley said.
“Yeah.”
“Did you tell them everything?”
“Yeah, then I hung up without giving my name.”
“See, being a responsible citizen isn’t so hard.”
“Shut up and drink.” I bought Kelley a round and asked AJ for a sidecar of bourbon. I wanted desperately to chill out before the vein in my temple exploded all over the bar.
With the Yankees game over, it was time for the eleven o’clock news. The bar got quiet as the talking head anchor told us about the nation’s alert level going to orange. This was the type of fuel that the Fearsome Foursome thrived on.
“They’re goin’ to botulize the reservoirs,” Rocco said. “Bushel full of bad mushrooms in the water system and we’ll be shittin’ our pants for months.”
“Thanks for the visual,” Jerry Number One said.
“I did some bad mushrooms once,” Jerry Number Two said. “I didn’t shit my pants, but I did hallucinate.”
“What did you see?” TC asked.
“Spiro Agnew and Golda Meir having sex,” Jerry said.
I ordered another Schlitz and watched the rest of the local news. The Foursome just wouldn’t let go.
“They could hit the bridges with explosives,” Rocco continued. “I heard something on the news about how they could infect all the hookers with a small ox.”
“Geezus, Rocco,” TC said. “You got to get the Miracle-Ear serviced. That’s small pox, jackass.”
“Or they could blow up a dirt bomb in Times Square.” Rocco was on a roll. “We might not get hurt, but all that dirt would be a pain in the ass and fuck up the economy.”
“Unless you were a dry cleaner,” Jerry Number Two said, sipping his Cosmo.
“Actually, that dirty bomb shit is pretty scary,” TC said.
“You’re right,” Jerry Number Two said. “A pretty simple way to cause not only a shitload of damage, but also mass panic.”
“With dirt and gravel?” said Rocco.
“No, Rock. A dirty bomb is regular explosives with radioactive material put in it,” Jerry said. “When the explosives go ‘bang,’ the radioactive material gets spread all around.”
The conversation suddenly drew my attention.
“Jerry-where do you get radioactive material?” I asked.
“Lots of places. It’s in construction materials, some gauges, and in medical stuff.”
“What kind of medical stuff?” I asked.
“Again, gauges, measuring material, and the stuff you treat some cancers with,” Jerry said.
I froze. My stomach did a flip and I could feel the hair on my neck stand up.
“Rocco, give me your phone,” I said.
“What am I tonight-Rocco Ma Bell?”
“Just give me the fuckin’ phone, huh?”
I ripped it out of his hand and called Rudy. It was almost midnight and he’d just done a double shift. It couldn’t be helped.
“What?” a groggy Rudy answered.
“Meet me at the medical center in ten minutes,” I said.
“Fuck you, Duffy,” Rudy said. “I just got out of there.”
“I don’t have time to explain. Be there in ten minutes.”
I hung up before he could answer.