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HOWELL STUDIED THE VIDEO FEED in the security center at the Rotterdam train station. There. The cameras caught the man he’d seen on the port coverage that looked like Sam Capra. The blond-haired pixie in the huge sunglasses walking a few steps in front of him.
“The train they’re boarding?” he said.
“That was the 10:15 service to Amsterdam,” August said, checking a train itinerary.
“I want every record of a pair of tickets bought together on a credit card.”
“They could have paid cash, or used a prepaid ticket,” August said.
“Or they could have made a mistake,” Howell said.
Ten minutes later Howell had a name, en route to Amsterdam. Most people traveling on the 10:15 service already had their tickets; but one pair, in car five, were charged to a credit card belonging to a woman named Fernanda Gatil.
He called the CIA office in Amsterdam and gave them the name, requested a full workup on Fernanda Gatil, told them to put her name out on the wire to the Dutch border stations. He wanted to know where she worked, where she lived, every detail of her life. He wanted photo enhancement on the images pulled from the train station security cameras; he wanted to know who this woman was and why she was traveling with a man he felt reasonably sure was Sam Capra.