that Albury downloaded, printed and photographed internal F.B.I. documents on his office computer, sending some of them electronically to a journalist and saving others on external devices found in his home
That's a massive federal crime, I am curious to read what was on those documents that made him commit a crime like this.
He offered to take Albury downstairs to the interview. This also felt off.
I can imagine that at this point, he was really starting to worry. I can't imagine being in trouble with the government like this.
The underground parking garage was nearly empty. That’s odd, he thought.
Is this because he is there to be interogated? Did they empty out the building because of this?
“I work here,” Albury said. The encounter left him with an uneasy feeling.
That's really odd, even if he wasn't at the office often, I would imagine that his supervisor would still recognize him.
But this time he had reason to be apprehensive, even though he’d been careful. The memory card was buried in his closet, tucked into a shirt pocket under a pile of clothes.
It's eerie that his wife has no idea what's going on and she just thinks that he's overthinking, when obviously he's done something bad and it's weighing on his mind heavily.
sleeper cells
Sleeper Cells= Groups of people involved in terrorism that are waiting for the OK to strike.
Shakopee, Minn., the Minneapolis suburb
Oh this takes place in MN! I grew up going to Shakopee all the time, so it's interesting when a story takes place somewhere I am familiar with.
Terry Albury awoke with a nagging sense of foreboding.
This is a terrible feeling that I relate too a little too much.