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Chapter 69<br />
TO CATCH A PIRATE<br />
All rise,” the clerk bellowed again. “This court is adjourned.” Ross was led out of one door of<br />
the courtroom, heading to his holding cell. A few feet away Jared walked out of another door,<br />
past the court officers, and into the marble lobby on the fifteenth floor. Jared needed a place to think,<br />
and he knew exactly where he was going to go: Ground Zero, the place the towers fell.<br />
Jared had been pummeled on the stand. He was accused by Ross’s lawyers of screwing up the<br />
case in every way possible. The lawyer painted a portrait of Jared as a young agent who was under<br />
so much pressure to capture the Dread Pirate Roberts that he and his buddies at the FBI had<br />
apprehended the wrong man. The questions lobbed at Jared grew so contentious that every query was<br />
met with a loud and vociferous “Objection!” from the prosecution.<br />
The media lapped up the drama, volleying Dratel’s theories out to the world, noting that Jared<br />
had, at different times in the case, “alternative perpetrators” in his sights. After days of being pelted<br />
and accused by the defense, Jared finally heard seven words that relieved him to no end. “I have no<br />
further questions, your honor.”<br />
Now, as he walked toward Ground Zero, Jared played back the last few years in his mind. What<br />
a country, he thought as he walked down Broadway, away from the courthouse. One minute you’re the<br />
nobody son of an Armenian immigrant, working in a movie theater, applying over and over for a<br />
dozen jobs in government, each of which you are denied. They say you don’t have a degree. You’re<br />
too abrasive. You didn’t answer my question correctly. No. No. No. And then finally, after years of<br />
trying, you get a job stamping passports. You try and you try and you try, and eventually you become<br />
an agent with the Department of Homeland Security. Then the call comes in from a thankless<br />
employee in a humongous government mail center at the airport about a single tiny pink pill. And then<br />
here you are.<br />
As Jared entered the site of the Trade Center, he was surrounded by construction equipment<br />
beeping and digging, hardhats yelling, the roar of giant trucks and cranes as tourists peered up through<br />
their phones and cameras to capture the new, almost finished One World Trade Center. He thought<br />
about the Silk Road. He had set out to try to stop what he saw as potentially devastating to the fabric<br />
of this country on his own, and he had ended up doing just that, but he had needed the assistance of so<br />
many others, each of them bringing a single piece to one giant puzzle.