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working relationship. Jordan wasn’t sure it could have a happy ending.
    “Where did you go?” Max asked standing right in front of him.
    “I went down to the old monastery where they chant Mass.”
    “No Jordan, just now, you were a million miles away, deep in thought about something.”
    “Oh, nothing. Just thinking. And, no I’m not going to tell you!”
    With that, he pulled the ham from the skillet and cut it into three pieces and placed it on the plates. He removed the omelets and placed one next to each piece of ham. Grabbing the plates he walked over to the table.
    He yelled for William to come in and join them. Max gave him a look.
    “I really don’t think anyone will attack us here. If they wanted me dead, you would have found me that way. Let’s enjoy breakfast out on the terrace.”
    William came in and began to sit down. “Where’s the coffee?”
    Max laughed, “Jordan doesn’t drink coffee and he doesn’t offer to make it. My guess is you are out of luck to find any within the villa.”
    Jordan shrugged his shoulders and gave the “that’s the way it is” look to William.
    “All right, Max. What’s going on? Why did you need to travel all the way over here to talk with me?”
    “Something big is going on, we think.”
    “You think?” Jordan got ready to start his typical rant; but, before he could start, Max cut him off.
    “Jordan — just shut up and listen. I know we had promised to give you some time off and I hate like hell to have to interrupt your simple, devoted life here in Italy; but, you’re needed. I need you. Let me walk you through what we have so far and then we can have the discussion on whether this was important enough to interrupt your sabbatical.”
    “I’m all ears.”
    “Several days ago, a man of middle eastern descent walked into the FBI office in Philadelphia. He asked for protection and began to tell an incredible story. Most of what he told us, we haven’t been able to verify yet. However, it does fit with some other intelligence we have, including some specific hunches and insight provided by others.”
    “Hunches. You came over here on hunches?” Jordan started to get up from the table, ready to end the conversation.
    “Jordan,” Max said as she grabbed his arm and pulled him back into his seat. “They were your hunches. The thinking you have shared with us about long term cells in urban areas of the US.”
    “Really?” Jordan allowed his eyes to bore right into her’s. He recalled the briefing he’d done eighteen months ago to a room full of CIA, DHS and FBI analysts. He’d outlined the scenarios in which immigrants could have been planted in the USA in the late eighties, to sow the seeds for terror cells to be used ten to twenty years later. As Jordan had speculated, these original immigrants might not be the terrorists. They would be model citizens, drawing no suspicion to them. However, their children would be raised to eventually take the role of launching terror attacks within America’s borders.
    On that day, almost every analyst had scoffed at the idea. They said it was impractical, couldn’t be coordinated for the long term, the infrastructure needed would be too easy to identify and American intelligence and law enforcement would find such persons before they could do any harm. Jordan had almost quit that day. He felt everyone had their head in the sand and no one was willing to consider something that didn’t fit into his or her view of how terrorists operated. It was the most frustrating thing in the world, to Jordan. Everyone was always underestimating the intelligence of the terrorist leadership. Now, he also had Gerhardt’s validation that the theory had been utilized and more than likely been carried out.
    “Jordan, can we get back to our discussion?’
    “Huh, oh sure. I’m sorry”
    “I know you were thinking about your presentation and the reception this idea received. So, yes, it looks like you were right, and that’s