THE IMAGES WERE RECORDED by a nearby security camera, which closely followed the entire event. In the images, the young man appeared behind other people, watching the marathon. He smiled quietly, looked around and occasionally spoke to his friend. After a while, he seemed a little bothered by something, moved his shoulders and took the backpack off his back, but it was difficult to understand, because in the footage Greg could only see above the boy's shoulders, so he couldn't see exactly what happened. However, by his movements, the young man seemed to open it and rummage inside it, soon after, he seemed very nervous and spoke to his friend next to him, who also looked inside the backpack and had the same reaction.
They looked at each other and became serious, looked around carefully and said something again. That's when the young man seemed to leave the backpack on the ground and turned with his friend to leave the place, but at that moment the explosion happened, also throwing itself at the two boys.
— Wow! — Martin exclaimed, astonished. — That's it! You found it!
— Calm down — Greg said, worried. — We're still not sure...
— Of course not! It's all there!
The other agents who heard the exclamations came to them to find out what it was about.
— We have to find out who they are first — Gregory Evans speculated, meticulous as always.
— Okay, Greg, but that's the proof, the rest is just complement — Martin said, with the agreement of others who were there.
SOON A LARGE TEAM from the bureau joined the two in the investigation of the boys' identities.
After some time of research and calls to contacts in other government agencies, they found out about the young men. The boy carrying the backpack was Fadiq Al Faruj, an Iranian, whose family had been in the country for five years, and his friend was Amir Nazari, of the same nationality, but who had arrived in the country two years later.
The news of the discovery soon reached Floyd Kenagan, who within minutes was in Gregory's office, checking the data and requesting the report.
— Good job, Greg — Floyd Kenagan said. — Same to you, Martin Martin. I'll pass this news on to the President right now.
— Yes, sir — Greg replied, satisfied.
— We're investigating your addresses and we're going to find out what's behind them.
Floyd Kenagan kept a serious look on his face. He shook his hand in congratulations on his work, while the others around him looked on in awe. He headed for the door of the office, but before leaving, he turned and said:
— Do that, Greg, but first, take at least twelve hours of rest. Your face looks terrible, it looks like the day we arrested the mobsters and exchanged gunfire with them.
— Then I'm really bad.