Chapter 21
January 29, 1984
Miami, Florida
"Good afternoon, this is Ron Rothstein, and you're listening to WINZ, 940 AM. At this hour, the big news out of Europe is the apparent shootdown of Royal Dutch Airlines Flight #146, en route to Istanbul, Turkey. The jet fell from the sky over the skies of Bulgaria, a close ally of the Soviet Union and member of the Warsaw Pact. A number of additional military reinforcements have moved into that nation and others in recent days from the Soviet Union, apparently preparing for a war. Western European cities have been seized with a degree of panic, as mass absenteeism is taking place and a substantial number of people have been fleeing. No word has come from the Soviet Union or Bulgaria about this incident, and the silence is considered by some to be ominous.
Closer to home, the investigation continues into the murder of Miami Dade Police Captain Paul Graves..."
Jan Klima turned the car off as he pulled into the parking lot of the diner in Coral Gables. It had been a favorite of Rosa's when she attended "The U," and it made for a nice, anonymous place to discuss what he was about to hit them with. The detective walked in, dressed casually for this Sunday, and his wife waved to him. She'd gotten a seat in the corner, where the least amount of people would hear them. Jan also saw that Adriana wasn't there. Smart. She must've left her with her mom.
"Hi, babe," Jan said, kissing her on the cheek. "Hi, Carlos," he said to his father-in-law, shaking his hand. He sat down across from them. "I'm not going to drag this out, so brace yourselves. I got a call from Lieutenant Castillo at my desk today. He broke protocol, security, and a bunch of other rules to make the call, too, so I know it's damned important. He said that the plane that went down in Bulgaria was shot down, and based on the briefing he got, he thinks we'll be at war in 72 hours." At this, Rosa gasped a little, and her father grabbed her hand as a reminder to keep quiet and to calm her. Jan continued, "I asked why he did all this for me. He told me that good people will be needed to rebuild, and he thought I was one of the good ones. He told me to tell those I trusted most. There's a few people in the department I'll be telling too. If too many people know, it'll start a panic, and then no one will get out."
"Wh--What do you want us to do," Rosa asked. "Honey, first of all, I want you to go to work tomorrow and ask for a leave of absence. If they are willing to work with you on alternate arrangements, or if you have vacation time you can use, that's fine too, but you, Adriana, your mom and dad....you need to head somewhere away from here. I think Fort Myers is probably safest. It's not big enough to get attacked, there's no nearby bases, but it's big enough to have decent supplies and shelter. You know I've stocked up on supplies, and so has your father. You should be able to fit everything you need in the Bronco. I'll come join you when I can. I can't just disappear, and right now, I'm chasing after someone who's very dangerous. You didn't hear that, by the way. If this man were to survive the worst, he could ruin everyone that's left. He has a lot of money, drugs, and guns, and worst of all, he's smart. He's been ahead of us the entire way. Furthermore, I'm still at risk for call up if necessary. I can't go AWOL. I can't protect you from a jail cell," Jan explained.
Rosa started quietly crying. "Baby, I can't lose you...what would I do with Adriana alone after a war?"
Jan reached across and held her hand. "Rosa, it'll be okay. I promise. Come hell or high water, I'll be back with you. Your dad and mom will be there. You won't be alone. I know my dad has a place in the sticks for him and Mom to go to if war breaks out, cause Omaha won't be there anymore if it does. I know you're scared, but if we wait too long, you'll get stuck on a highway and won't have a chance. I'm going to go to the bank tomorrow and withdraw from our savings, enough to keep you going for a long while. A motel or hotel is probably not best, so just find a decent apartment, concrete building, preferably ground floor, and sign a short-term lease. If it comes to nothing, we lose some money. I can handle that. We can always save more money. If things go bad, I want you safe. When you get everything worked out, call me, give me the address and phone number. I'll call as much as possible."
Carlos looked into his son-in-law's eyes. "Son, I have faith in you. You'll make it through. I'll take care of Rosa. I have some money too, I'll take it out. I can't have you paying for everything, it wouldn't be right, you know? And yes, I know, stock up on non-perishable foods and bottled water. How do I seal up the place again?" Klima replied, "Plastic tarp, preferably clear so you can see out, nice and thick. Use duct tape, all the way around. No edge left untaped. The door can just be sealed around its edges with duct tape. I know this will probably be miserable with the heat. You should be able to rig up a box fan to a car battery to cool things a little inside the apartment if necessary. You don't need to seal anything until you know. Just have what you need ready. I have some ideas for getting out of Miami if I have to, but my plan is to take vacation as soon as we catch this guy. We ought to have him soon."
Rosa looked at her husband. "And what if you don't?"
"I will."
*****
Part 2
Tallahassee, Florida
Governor's Mansion
Bob Graham had just received his security briefing of the day, which included the electronic intelligence that confirmed that the Soviets or their friends had shot down KLM 146. His first instinct was to curb all flights out of Florida to the Caribbean, but that wasn't in his purview. He did, however, call Ed Meese at the White House, who agreed with Graham's basic thought and set up a conference call with the FAA and the Secretary of Transportation, Elizabeth Dole. After discussing the issue, a compromise was reached that any flights leaving for Caribbean destinations were not allowed to fly within 50 miles of the Cuban coast and air defense zone, the end result was flights needing to head over the Atlantic and then turn south. Furthermore, Graham asked for and received permission from the Pentagon to have the Key West and Homestead air patrols work further offshore to protect air traffic. The irony of it all was that a substantial amount of people cancelled their trips after hearing about the shootdown, not wanting to get near Cuba in any way, shape, or form. Between this and lingering concerns from last fall's Grenada invasion, Caribbean tourism traffic came to a virtual standstill.
Three weeks later, those who survived would lament not having taken those flights.
*****
January 31, 1984
With the compiled sketches from Luis Cárdenas in hand, Reno's assistant state attorneys went to get search warrants for the properties believed to be owned by Manny Rivera, and succeeded in doing so. Office buildings, strip mall locations, and a couple of rented houses were methodically searched by the detectives and Miami's SWAT team, with precisely zero evidence discovered, to the chagrin of everyone involved. There was, however, one lucky break. Paul Rosenstein was, in the case of the office buildings, the person of contact for any emergency situations, and he received several calls from tenants wanting to know what the hell was going on. The attorney was spooked enough by this to place a call to one of Rivera's lieutenants, informing him of the raids. The call was duly logged by the trace set up on the line (there was no active surveillance due to the enormous legal fight that would ensue over trying to wiretap a target's attorney), and Reno's task force would see it a few days later, thereby setting the stage for a showdown against the backdrop of nuclear holocaust.