Chappelle continued in a voice thick with sarcasm. “Not to mention your own.” Jack glared at him. “At least I spend my time out there fighting credible threats instead of arresting our own people.” Chappelle sneered. “Credible threats? Is that what you call it when some mysterious group no one’s ever seen uses poetry to plan an attack on the President in a city where he’s not even going to be? No wonder we demoted you, Bauer.” Jack let Chappelle have the last word, then leave the conference room. He couldn’t care less for Chappelle. He felt humiliated for stumbling in front of Walsh. Jack felt a hand pat his shoulder. Kelly Sharpton had remained behind. “Happened to me once,” he said. “I had done a threat assessment for a visit from the President of China, right about the time the Fulon Gong was active. I gave this whole presentation on Fulon Gong members in San Francisco and how they were likely to try something here. It wasn’t till the end of my presentation that one of my own people mentioned that we’d already arrested the local Fulon Gong members.”
