Marisol didn't have to write the name down. She didn't have to write anything down. She didn't have to. There were officers on the other side of the mirror listening. Everything was being recorded. The woman had been told she could have a lawyer and had refused. Everything was being done by the book. She took a breath before she asked her next question.
"What can you tell us about Mr. Cavelli," Marisol asked, leaning back in her chair.
Aaliyah met her gaze, her eyes unmoving. "He's tall and thin, blond hair, piercing blue eyes. Personality wise he's insane as I spoke. Sometimes, he's calm and collected. At others, he's crazy. Sometimes anger, sometimes compulsive behavior."
"Did he beat you?" Marisol asked, keeping the concern out of her voice.
"He never physically hit me. I was yelled at several times, but he never hit me," Aaliyah said. "There's more you should know. He thinks he's a god. He's one of those channelers. He was also obsessed with an amulet. The Eye of Horus. It's an Egyptian eye - you can do an image search for it. It's a well known symbol in Egyptian mythology. The necklace I had - an Isis Knot - was of the same metal. He thought that it did something special. Last I knew, he had no idea what it did."
The woman hesitated, even if she didn't look away. The nervous look was there again. "What is it? There's something else."
Aaliah nodded. "Yes - the reason I left. I think he's in Moscow - right now. He was planning something. An attack on Moscow soil."
"That's insane...why? then it came to her - he WAS insane.
"I don't know - maybe he wants to reveal himself. Maybe he just felt like it. The man can change his mind on a whim."
Marisol stood up. "When? Where?" She noticed her partner at the door tense up.
"I don't know when. It wouldn't surprise me if it was Christmas Day or Years. The theatrics would appeal to him, but I don't know for sure. He also could have cancelled it. Again, he changes his mind on a whim. As for where - Shale International."
Marisol looked at her partner then. He nodded and left the room. She was certain her captain was getting on the phone too. Regardless of the truth of the matter, this would have to be dealt with to protect the people there. "That's an odd target - no strategic or military value. Why Shale?"
Aaliyah shrugged. "I don't know...seriously I don't."
"How? Channeling?"
"No - he's involving another member named Omar Tarek. If Omar's involved, it probably uses conventional explosives. Omar is a...traditionalist. He's been itching for a good old fashioned bombing."
Marisol had learned how to read people. It wasn't perfect, but the way the woman spoke was calm and precise. She did nothing to hide and her gaze didn't waver. Marisol thought she was telling the truth. Either way she had come to the end of this interview. It was time for the feds or military to take over. A potential terrorist attack in Moscow. Marisol got a description for Omar Tarek. That was all she could do for now. She had a report to fill out.
"What can you tell us about Mr. Cavelli," Marisol asked, leaning back in her chair.
Aaliyah met her gaze, her eyes unmoving. "He's tall and thin, blond hair, piercing blue eyes. Personality wise he's insane as I spoke. Sometimes, he's calm and collected. At others, he's crazy. Sometimes anger, sometimes compulsive behavior."
"Did he beat you?" Marisol asked, keeping the concern out of her voice.
"He never physically hit me. I was yelled at several times, but he never hit me," Aaliyah said. "There's more you should know. He thinks he's a god. He's one of those channelers. He was also obsessed with an amulet. The Eye of Horus. It's an Egyptian eye - you can do an image search for it. It's a well known symbol in Egyptian mythology. The necklace I had - an Isis Knot - was of the same metal. He thought that it did something special. Last I knew, he had no idea what it did."
The woman hesitated, even if she didn't look away. The nervous look was there again. "What is it? There's something else."
Aaliah nodded. "Yes - the reason I left. I think he's in Moscow - right now. He was planning something. An attack on Moscow soil."
"That's insane...why? then it came to her - he WAS insane.
"I don't know - maybe he wants to reveal himself. Maybe he just felt like it. The man can change his mind on a whim."
Marisol stood up. "When? Where?" She noticed her partner at the door tense up.
"I don't know when. It wouldn't surprise me if it was Christmas Day or Years. The theatrics would appeal to him, but I don't know for sure. He also could have cancelled it. Again, he changes his mind on a whim. As for where - Shale International."
Marisol looked at her partner then. He nodded and left the room. She was certain her captain was getting on the phone too. Regardless of the truth of the matter, this would have to be dealt with to protect the people there. "That's an odd target - no strategic or military value. Why Shale?"
Aaliyah shrugged. "I don't know...seriously I don't."
"How? Channeling?"
"No - he's involving another member named Omar Tarek. If Omar's involved, it probably uses conventional explosives. Omar is a...traditionalist. He's been itching for a good old fashioned bombing."
Marisol had learned how to read people. It wasn't perfect, but the way the woman spoke was calm and precise. She did nothing to hide and her gaze didn't waver. Marisol thought she was telling the truth. Either way she had come to the end of this interview. It was time for the feds or military to take over. A potential terrorist attack in Moscow. Marisol got a description for Omar Tarek. That was all she could do for now. She had a report to fill out.