Free The Hammer of Eden by Ken Follett Page B

communicated?”
    “It appeared on an Internet bulletin board on the first of May. It’s all in the file.”
    She looked him in the eye. She was in no mood to take any crap. “There’s something you’re not telling me. This threat has no credibility whatsoever.” She looked at her watch. “Today is the twenty-fifth. We’ve ignored the message for three and a half weeks. Now, suddenly, with four days left to the deadline, we’re worried?”
    “John Truth saw the bulletin board—surfing the Net, I guess. Maybehe was desperate for a hot new topic. Anyway, he talked about the threat on his show Friday night, and he got a lot of calls.”
    “I get it.” John Truth was a controversial talk radio host. His show came out of San Francisco, but it was syndicated live on stations all over California. Judy became even angrier. “John Truth pressured the governor to do something about the terrorist message. The governor responded by calling in the FBI to investigate. So we have to go through the motions of an investigation that no one really believes in.”
    “That’s about it.”
    Judy took a deep breath. She addressed Kincaid, not Peters, because she knew this was his doing. “This office has been trying to nail the Foong brothers for twenty years. Today I put them in jail.” She raised her voice. “And now you give me a bullshit case like this?”
    Kincaid looked pleased with himself. “If you want to be in the Bureau, you’ll have to learn to take the rough with the smooth.”
    “I learned, Brian!”
    “Don’t yell.”
    “I learned,” she repeated in a lower voice. “Ten years ago, when I was new and inexperienced and my supervisor didn’t know how far he could rely on me, I was given assignments like this—and I took them cheerfully, and did them conscientiously, and proved that I goddamn well deserve to be trusted with real work!”
    “Ten years is nothing,” Kincaid said. “I’ve been here twenty-five.”
    She tried reasoning with him. “Look, you’ve just been put in charge of this office. Your first act is to give one of your best agents a job that should have gone to a rookie. Everyone will know what you’ve done. People will think you’ve got some kind of grudge.”
    “You’re right, I just got this job. And you’re already telling me how to do it. Get back to work, Maddox.”
    She stared at him. Surely he would not just dismiss her.
    He said: “This meeting is over.”
    Judy could not take it. Her rage boiled over.
    “It’s not just this meeting that’s over,” she said. She stood up. “Fuck you, Kincaid.”
    A look of astonishment came over his face.
    Judy said: “I quit.”
    And then she walked out.
    *  *  *
    “You said that?” Judy’s father said.
    “Yeah. I knew you’d disapprove.”
    “You were right about that, anyway.”
    They were sitting in the kitchen, drinking green tea. Judy’s father was a detective with the San Francisco police. He did a lot of undercover work. He was a powerfully built man, very fit for his age, with bright green eyes and gray hair in a ponytail.
    He was close to retirement and dreading it. Law enforcement was his life. He wished he could remain a cop until he was seventy. He was horrified by the idea of his daughter quitting when she did not have to.
    Judy’s parents had met in Saigon. Her father was with the army in the days when American troops there were still called “advisers.” Her mother came from a middle-class Vietnamese family: Judy’s grandfather had been an accountant with the Finance Ministry there. Judy’s father brought his bride home, and Judy was born in San Francisco. As a baby she called her parents Bo and Me, the Vietnamese equivalent of Daddy and Mommy. The cops caught on to this, and her father became known as Bo Maddox.
    Judy adored him. When she was thirteen her mother died in a car wreck. Since then Judy had been close to Bo. After she had broken up with Don Riley a year ago, she had moved into her father’s