Night Fall (The Quantico Files #1) - Nancy Mehl Page 0,81

outbreak too. It took time to adjust to normal again.

He wished Alex would talk to him. He was fascinated by her. She was smart, insightful . . . and injured. He really wanted to get to know her better. Be a sounding board for her. She didn’t seem to have anyone in her life to really talk to. He’d like to be that person if she’d let him.

When Logan pulled into the CP, he was struck by how few cars were there. Had everyone left for lunch? They’d just stepped through the back door when Harrison waved them over.

“Did the team go out to eat?” Logan asked as they approached the ASAC.

“Hardly. The police needed help covering churches, trying to stop Walker from taking his next victim. They pulled in their own detectives, and some of our agents went with them.” He grunted. “The mayor wants to warn the public about Walker—and the virus.”

“This thing will go south if he does that,” Logan said.

“Our only hope lies with the governor,” Harrison replied. “He seems to be listening, but he hasn’t made a final decision.”

“But if just one person from the mayor’s office decides to leak this, we’ll lose control,” Alex said. “Everyone and their neighbor will think they’re living down the street from Walker. People will panic. We’ll have a mass exit from the area. The highways will be blocked with all the traffic.”

“And the Train Man will be able to do whatever he wants because he’ll know the police are forced to deal with the fallout. They won’t have time to look for him.”

“So what can we do?” Logan asked.

Harrison sighed. “I honestly don’t know. All the files, all our notes, are back there on the conference table. Can you just go over everything again? I know it seems like a waste of time. But maybe we missed something. A clue that will tell us where he’s going. Where he’s living.”

“Of course,” Alex said.

Logan could see the tension in Harrison’s face. He had dark rings under his eyes. Logan wanted to ask him if he’d gotten any sleep, but that would probably make him angry. Logan wasn’t his mother. Harrison would have to decide on his own if and when he needed rest.

“By the way,” Harrison said, “I got a call from the police chief in Addis Ababa. Seems the ME there determined Martin Kirabo wasn’t murdered after all. He committed suicide.”

“Suicide?” Alex said, her eyes wide with surprise. “That’s . . . I don’t know what to think about that.”

“Maybe he felt remorse about what he did?” Monty offered.

Alex shook her head. “No, that doesn’t fit. You spend months designing a deadly strain of the Ebola virus, you send it overseas to a guy you know plans to kill thousands or millions of people, and then suddenly you feel bad about it and decide to take your own life?”

“Are they sure?” Logan asked. “Could someone have murdered this guy and tried to make it look like a suicide?”

Harrison shook his head as he sat down on the corner of an empty desk. “No, I’m not sure why they thought it might have been murder in the first place. But now they’re certain it was suicide. His hand had gunpowder residue on it, and they found no signs of staging. They’ve also found a suicide note in Kirabo’s handwriting.”

“Maybe he was forced to do it,” Logan said.

“Possible, but again, they found no sign of another person where he was discovered. It had recently rained, and only Kirabo’s footprints led to his body. No sign someone had tried to cover up their own footprints. Authorities are convinced it was suicide.”

“You said there was a suicide note,” Alex said. “Do we have a copy?”

Harrison pointed toward the back of the room. “Faxed over a few minutes ago. It’s on that table.” He stood. “Your food smells good. I’m going to run down the street and get some lunch. I won’t be gone long. SSA Ortega is in charge while I’m gone.”

Harrison left to inform his second-in-command he would be gone for a while.

“Speaking of food, let’s sit down and eat this stuff while we have the chance,” Monty said. “My stomach is growling.” His dark eyes narrowed. “You took away my nice lunch. At least let me scarf down my fast food before I spend my day going through all this paperwork—again.”

Logan smiled at him. “Sounds fair.”

He carried the bag of food over to the table and deposited it in the