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began.
    “I’m not finished!” Calderon barked.
    Craig slid back in his chair. He knew then that little good was going to come from the meeting, which had been called just two days after the raid. In that time, they had been trying to figure out what to do with the case, and it already looked like they had reached a conclusion.
    “After making a positive ID on the driver, your theory about the driver’s association with the sleeper cell has been confirmed. He was the tenth man you were looking for. His name: Sayid Awad, Syrian refugee. Twenty-five years old. We don’t know why he chose an empty street to detonate the van. We can assume that the driver was planning on attacking the Fourth of July parade but, for whatever reason, changed his mind, perhaps after being confronted by two local officers.”
    Calderon pushed Craig’s report to the side. “So the remaining suspects are in custody, their counterpart perished in a suicide bombing, and their organization is no more. The White House wants closure, and that’s exactly what we’re going to do.”
    Craig stared ahead, clearly not satisfied. He pulled on his red tie and fidgeted. “Mr. Deputy Director, if I may?”
    “Yes, Agent Davis, go ahead.”
    Craig placed his palms flat on the glass table and slowly rose from his seat. “While I respect your opinion, I would think that this agency has faith enough in its field agents to know when to close a case. Because this is far from over.”
    An uncomfortable silence came over the room. Calderon didn’t look happy, and Craig knew he was stirring the pot.
    “We have new evidence. Something that could lead to a wider cell network.”
    Calderon leaned forward in interest. “Oh? And what evidence is that?”
    Still standing, Craig looked around the room, making eye contact with the icy-looking female Homeland rep. He shuffled around in his pocket and pulled out his phone, holding it up to the curious faces around him. “We found this message written behind the ISIS flag we took down in the occupants’ living room. It’s a clear warning that this is far from over.”
    Calderon waved Craig off. “I trust your judgment, Agent Davis, but the Islamic State has been making outlandish threats against us for years. And while we don’t take such threats lightly, we cannot spend the extra man power on a closed case when the White House wants us to move on.”
    “And why can’t I speak to my suspects?” Craig asked. “I led the bust, and at the end of the day, Homeland just snatches them from me like it’s nothing.”
    The Homeland rep suddenly cut in. “We obviously have a mutual interest in the case, and at the same time, we have to respect national security protocol. We can’t disclose where they are being held, but safe to say they will most likely face trial or deportation within the next few weeks.”
    Craig couldn’t believe his ears. “Deported!” He regained his composure and leaned against the table, facing the Homeland rep. “Ms. Parks, with all due respect, we need to interrogate those men to get information about their network. They’ve clearly waged war against this country and should be treated as foreign combatants.”
    Parks didn’t seem fazed. “The CIA has been handling that arena.”
    “And what have they found out?”
    “It’s too early to say,” she answered.
    “No,” Calderon said, interjecting. “It’s not. Agent Davis, the case is closed on our end, and that is final.”
    “You can’t do this,” Craig said.
    An FBI man with a comb-over, who was sitting on Craig’s left, suddenly cut in. “Just tell ‘em the truth, James. The administration wants to keep terrorism off the headlines.” He then looked at Craig. “Now you either play ball or go home.”
    Craig turned toward the comb-over man with anger. “I’m not lying down on this one.”
    “That’s quite enough, Agent Davis,” Calderon said, signaling him to sit. “This agency, as well as Homeland, values your