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On the other hand, there were a million skinny kids with vaguely ethnic features and light-gray hoodies in the Boston area, and half the city was probably thinking they recognized the suspect.Payack, who'd been near the marathon finish line on the day of the bombing and had lost half of his hearing from the blast, had hardly slept in four days. Later that morning, he received a telephone call from his son. "Dad, that's Jahar." "I felt like a bullet went through my heart," the coach recalls."To think that a kid we mentored and loved like a son could have been responsible for all this death. It was like an alternative reality." People in Cambridge thought of 19-year-old Dzhokhar Tsarnaev – "Jahar" to his friends – as a beautiful, tousle-haired boy with a gentle demeanor, soulful brown eyes and the kind of shy, laid-back manner that "made him that dude you could always just vibe with," one friend says.He had been a captain of the Cambridge Rindge and Latin wrestling team for two years and a promising student.The following morning, Payack received a text from one of the agents with the FBI's Crisis Negotiating Unit. "Maybe by telling Jahar that I was thinking about him, it gave him pause," Payack says.
He'd heard Payack's televised appeal, told him he'd invoked the coach's name while speaking with Jahar. "Maybe he'd seen himself going out as a martyr for the cause. We Muslims are one body, you hurt one, you hurt us all," he continued, echoing a sentiment that is cited so frequently by Islamic militants that it has become almost cliché.But all of a sudden, here's somebody from his past, a past that he liked, that he fit in with, and it hit a soft spot." When investigators finally gained access to the boat, they discovered a jihadist screed scrawled on its walls. government is killing our innocent civilians," he wrote, presumably referring to Muslims in Iraq and Afghanistan. Then he veered slightly from the standard script, writing a statement that left no doubt as to his loyalties: "Fuck America." n the 12 years since the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, there have been more than 25 plots to strike the United States hatched by Americans, most of which were ill-conceived or helped along by undercover operatives who, in many cases, provided their targets with weapons or other materials.He was also "just a normal American kid," as his friends described him, who liked soccer, hip-hop, girls; obsessed over ; and smoked a copious amount of weed. Please turn yourself in." At that precise moment, just west of Cambridge, in suburban Watertown, Jahar Tsarnaev lay bleeding on the floor of a 22-foot motorboat dry-docked behind a white clapboard house.Payack stared at his TV, trying to reconcile Dzhokhar, the bomber accused of unspeakable acts of terrorism, with the teenage boy who had his American nickname "Jahar" inscribed on his wrestling jacket. That afternoon, Payack spoke with CNN, where he issued a direct appeal. He'd been wounded just after midnight in a violent confrontation with police that had killed his 26-year-old brother, Tamerlan.For the next 18 hours, he would lie quietly in the boat, as the dawn broke on a gray day and thousands of law-enforcement officials scoured a 20-block area in search of him.He was found just after 6 p.m., though it would take nearly three more hours for FBI negotiators to persuade him to surrender.