Part 41 (1/2)
What was connected to what?
It was overwhelming. He had to pick an angle, see where it led, then pick another.
All right, the human traffickers were linked to illegal adoptions, which usually involved young children, even babies, which could be tied to--where was that now? He clicked on several files. There--fertility.
There--the Golden Dawn Fertility Corp. What was that? Where was it?
A quick online search confirmed that the Golden Dawn Fertility Corp. was in Los Angeles, California. Had they been in the news lately? Gannon searched WPA's news databases. All that came up for the last five years were features on infertile couples.
Wait, what was this item from the Orange County Register?
Santa Ana Woman Dies in House Fire Polly Marie Larenski died from smoke inhalation in a blaze that destroyed her town house in the Civic Center area. Larenski, 37, was living alone and had recently worked as a lab manager at the Golden Dawn Fertility Corporation in Los Angeles. Cause of the fire, which resulted in $500,000 damage, remains under investigation by the Arson Unit.
Gannon highlighted the phrase ”Golden Dawn Fertility Corporation in Los Angeles.”
It called to mind something he'd seen in Maria Santo and Sarah Kirby's files--a reference to LA #181975 to Wyoming847.
Right.
Wyoming again. Adam Corley had something on Wyoming, as well.
He searched Corley's files until he found it again: a doc.u.ment among dozens of others. There was the file again: Big Cloud, Wyoming--Golden Dawn Fertility Corp. He opened it.
There was a list of names and nothing else.
Joseph Lane, Emma Lane and Tyler Lane.
What was this about?
”Jack?” Rachel, the news a.s.sistant, stood before him. ”Melody's back--she's meeting with George and Al in the conference room now.”
”Thanks.”
”Because it's late, they've ordered in some Chinese.”
Gannon smelled the stir-fried food before he entered.
Melody Lyon and her two senior editors, George Wilson and Al Delaney, were loading their paper plates and opening soda cans.
”Nothing Jack tells us is to leave this room until we clear it. George, get the door, please?” Lyon said. Then she turned to Gannon: ”Help yourself to some food. You look tired. How bad was it in Morocco?”
Gannon recounted the history of his research but withheld details about his torture.
”After I found Adam Corley's body, they took me in for questioning.”
”Who took you in?” Lyon asked.
”Moroccan police, security types.”
”And what have you got now?”
”I have a lead from Brazil that the cafe bombing may be linked to a larger group, possibly a conspiracy involving human trafficking, illegal adoptions and maybe even a feared attack against the U.S.”
”That's quite a tale, Jack,” George Wilson said, ”and held together with maybes and a lot of possible links. Is any of it verifiable?”
Gannon knew Wilson disliked him for what happened in Rio de Janeiro. He also knew the point of these meetings was for the editors to challenge Gannon's findings, to ensure that every iota of research was solid, backed up with sources or doc.u.ments; that it had no holes. Because ultimately the news organization, editors and reporters were like mountain climbers roped together on a story.
A weak link anywhere could bring them all down.
”I've got some files and doc.u.ments I'm going over,” Gannon said.
”What are the sources of the doc.u.ments?” Wilson asked.
”International aid and human-rights groups--mainly Corley's group, Equal Globe International.”
”Groups with political agendas,” Wilson said.
”Groups that the United Nations relies on for frontline information.”
”Right. Don't get me started on the UN,” Wilson said. ”I'm a little skeptical about fears of an attack. How many times have we heard this kind of talk before and nothing comes of it? You have anything else?”
”I met a U.S. intelligence agent in Morocco. He was present at my questioning.”
”That so? And how did you verify that he, or she, was an intelligence agent?” Wilson asked.
He saved my f.u.c.king life, Wilson, was what Gannon wanted to say. Instead, he said, ”It was clear by his actions. He intervened. Later he told me that Corley may have had information related to a planned attack against the U.S.”
”This is what he wanted you to believe?” Wilson asked.
”You're twisting things,” Gannon said.
The editors exchanged glances.
”What's the agent's name?” Lyon asked.
”All he gave me was contact information.”
”Of course,” Wilson said.
”In any event,” Lyon said, ”Jack's on to something substantial here.”
”I'm not convinced.” Wilson was reading from his BlackBerry. ”See, when we learned Jack was going to Morocco, I had Taz, our bureau chief in Rabat, do some checking. His Moroccan police sources told him that Adam Corley, the Irish ex-cop who also volunteered with Equal Globe International, was tied up with drug dealers who likely murdered him.”
”That's bulls.h.i.+t,” Gannon said.
”Jack, Taz has lived in Morocco for twelve years. You were there for what, three days?”