Part 122 (1/2)
”It turns out that homosoto was in Sunnyvale the day that Jones died”
Nancy Deere sat in silence and stared out of the hich only provided a view of another office building across the street Despondence veiled her norrappled internally with the implications of the revelations
”Senator,” Scott said as he handed her a file labeled General Young: GOVT-108 ”I ondering if this s? It's pretty obvious that you and Rickfield don't see eye to eye”
Nancy took the file cautiously,for ulterior e that described the illicit relationshi+p between General Young and Senator Merrill Rickfield Her brow furrowed the more she read
”Is this confirmed?” she asked quietly
”No ma'am,” Scott said ”I read it this weekend and added up two and two and, well, it does raise some questions”
”I should say it does Ones that I'm sure he will not be anxious to answer”
6 PM, Washi+ngton, DC
”Who the hell are you pissing off and why?” Bob Burnson met Tyrone and Scott at the Old Ebbett's Grill across the street from Treasury at 6:00 PM
Burnson insisted that their conversation be off the record, and reluctantly accepted that for Scott's assistance in Tyrone's investigation he would get an exclusive
For a full half hour, Tyrone and Scott explained what they knew, just as they had to Senator Deere Tyrone had other proble into all sorts of bullshi+t here, CI, and don't forget our ht rendezvous”
Burnson was a reasonable man, and had every reason, more than two decades of reasons to believe the tale that Tyrone was telling him Yet, at the same time, the story carried a wisp of the i heat that Ty was peeking under the wrong logs?
”What are you planning?” Bob asked the after hoet a feers”
”And,” Scott added, ”the Max Jones angle I'll be on that, too”
”Right As for me?” Tyrone asked ”I sure would like to have a chat with Mr Foster I can't iine that he's squeaky clean
There's no core, no substance, but a lot of activity, and I think it's about time to turn a few screws”
”Ty,” Bob consoled, ”whoever's button you're pushi+ng has pushed the Director's, whose aides have been all over my ass like stink on shi+t And that's exactly what this shts I should estured at Scott ”Then we'd have hi the hile our asses stay clean” He referred to Scott ”A perfect case of CYA”
”But?” Tyrone suggested
”But,” Bob said, ”just because you're paranoid doesn't et you It smells like pure 100 Grade A Government approved horse shi+t here, but I'll be fucked if knohy CI is such a problee stuff”
”They think it's a crock Said we should stick to tabloid criht out loud Ty and Bob stopped to listen
”Unless, the NSA has so to hide about Miles Foster Could they exert that kind of pressure?” He asked Bob
”The NSA can do alth It's possible,” Bob resigned ”Listen, I'll cover you as long as I can, but, after that, it et too thick for my blood I hope you understand”
”Yeah, I know I'll call you anyway And, Bob? Thanks”