Agent of Influence: A Thriller by Russell Hamilton Read Free Book Online

silently. 
                  This same sequence of events continued for twenty minutes with the different cameras throughout the terminal. She would disappear off the screen and another camera would pick her up a few minutes later. Solomon finally saw his own figure come into the picture. He allowed himself a small smirk of pride. He moved methodically and patiently in the video. The performance was pleasing, even to his critical eye. Finally he stopped the film at the point when he almost caught up with her. He closely studied her collision with the three strangers, and decided it could have easily been avoided.  He pushed “pause” on the VCR and stared intently at the surveillance video. It was not much help in identifying the three people.
    “Worthless. This tape is worthless. Can you see their faces Gregor? I certainly ca n’t,” he asked in a frustrated tone.
    “Nothing ,” Gregor replied.  “They all have their backs to the camera.”
    Solomon once again made a mental note of their appearance as best he could tell. Perhaps he could find some better shots of them somewhere else in the tape.
                  “That cell phone could be anywhere, but my bet is these three,” Solomon concluded. “They’re the only group she actually collided with. All the other contacts were simply brush ups,” he added, now even more convinced she was an agent. FBI?  DEA? He would have to check with Aman when he returned. Aman possessed several great resources inside the government. He never divulged how he obtained the information, but Solomon had some hunches.
                  “I think you’re paranoid. Look at her erratic movements,” Gregor quickly disagreed. “She’s scared shitless and doesn’t know what to do. Are you sure it wasn’t just pure luck that she was able to escape? She could be sitting in some motel room on the strip getting high, and debating whether or not to flush that phone down the toilet. Worst case she could be a society slut or gossip columnist looking for a breakthrough story,” Gregor said in a staccato voice. Although Solomon did not say it out loud, Gregor could tell he was debating whether she could be some type of government agent.
                  “No, Gregor.” Solomon pointed at the footage and began to explain. “Her skittishness and jerky movements. It looks like she went up and down this same terminal five or six times. Why?” He answered his own question. “Because she knew exactly what she was doing,” Solomon nearly shouted. “This was planned. She had to have purchased a ticket beforehand to get to the departure area. This can only mean that was her intention. She was going to catch a plane, and we would have never caught her! Instead, we caught up to her quicker than she anticipated, so she was forced to dump the merchandise,” Solomon finished and waited for a response. After a few seconds of silence, he turned to see Gregor’s sharp-edged face and closely cropped salt and pepper hair still staring at the small television in front of them.
                  “Yes, I have to admit you could be right,” Gregor finally spoke. “Still, we should keep all options on the table. If you’re correct, then the real problem we have are those three people,” Gregor said as he pointed at the frozen image on the monitor. “Are they someone she just chose in a panic to dump it off on, or are they friends?” The German’s analytical mind contemplated the options. “If they are friends that makes things much more difficult. Nevertheless, we know our job. Find her. Kill her. It’s that simple,” Gregor concluded calmly.
    “I hope so,” Solomon replied. “Let us go. This tape is going as well.” Solomon hit the “eject” button and gently placed the tape inside his sport coat. He hoped that after reviewing it again, he would be able to find a better shot of the three mystery people. Things would be much easier