9
TALES OF J. EDGAR
John F. Kennedy International Airport
“Agent Zucker,” Jana said. “Can we slow down? I’ve got a headache from this lump on my head. My God, you Secret Service people walk fast enough to be running.”
Zucker’s eyes continued darting from one side of the airport terminal to the other as he and the other agents scanned for any irregularities.
“Zucker?” There was no response. “All right, all right, I’ll let you do your job, as stupid as it may be.”
The agent glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
“I didn’t mean your job was stupid. I meant what I said earlier. There’s no need to protect me. It’s crazy. Waseem Jarrah does not want me dead. He wants me alive so he can watch me squirm as he attempts to carry out whatever he has planned. Believe me. I think I’m startin
