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1645 18 April 2007
“The President’s line, Agent Mulligan.”
“This is Stanley Crenshaw, Mulligan. Is the President available?”
“Does the President expect your call, Mr. Crenshaw?”
“Please tell the President I have to speak to him.”
“I’ll see if he’s free.”
A moment later, there was another voice on the line.
“This is Clemens McCarthy, Mr. Crenshaw. The President is not available at the moment. He asked me to take a message, and he’ll try to get back to you.”
I’m the attorney general of the United States. When I call the President, I want to speak to him, not his goddamn press agent.
“Actually, McCarthy, we might not have to bother President Clendennen with this. This is really in your area of responsibility.”
“What would that be, Mr. Crenshaw?”
“Roscoe J. Danton called me just now and gave me until five minutes of nine to tell him why Félix Abrego is being transferred from Florence ADMAX to the La Tuna facility near El Paso. Otherwise he says he’s going on The Straight Scoop with Andy McClarren at nine with what he’s got.”
“And what does he think he has?”
“That the convicted murderer of three DEA agents is being transferred to a minimum-security institution.”
“How does he know that?”
“I have no idea. I’m just telling you what I know, and asking what I should do about Mr. Danton.”
“Just a moment, please.”
Twenty seconds later, the President of the United States barked: “What the hell is going on, Crenshaw?”
The attorney general told him.
“I want to know who told that sonofabitch Danton about the transfer!”
“I have no idea, Mr. President.”
“Well, some disloyal sonofabitch obviously did, and I want to know who.”
“Mr. President, I have no idea.”
“Goddamn it, you should! You’re the attorney general; you’re in charge of the FBI. I don’t care what you or Mark Schmidt have to do, just find out what disloyal sonofabitch did this to me.”
“Yes, sir. And what would you like me to say to Mr. Danton, Mr. President?”
The President considered the question for a long moment. “I’m going to let McCarthy handle that,” he said finally. “But you and Schmidt get your asses over here right now. McCarthy might need you.”
The President hung up.
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1650 18 April 2007
