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Stone didn’t answer right away. “No, I don’t. I think he may have been in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“Lot of that going around. Look at Alfredo Padilla. And Agent Gross.”
“Right.”
“So the question becomes, if someone is keeping things from the director of the FBI, who could have that kind of clout?”
Stone looked at her. “I need to try and see someone today.”
“Who?”
“Just someone.”
“Is it important?”
“Yes.”
“Where is this person?”
“Well, he lives right across from Lafayette Park.”
CHAPTER 50
IT WAS NOT AN EASY THING to get in to see the president of the United States without an appointment. In fact, it was virtually impossible. The man’s work schedule would put anyone else’s in the world to shame. On Air Force One he could cover multiple countries in one day and be home in time for a state dinner and then some late-night phone lobbying with his cohorts on Capitol Hill.
Thus Stone was very surprised to be sitting in a helicopter as it was flown across the Maryland countryside. It touched down in the craw of the Catoctin Mountains where a three-car motorcade took him the rest of the way to Camp David, perhaps the best-protected parcel of land in the world.
This did make sense, thought Stone. Meeting at Camp David was far more private than walking the halls of the White House. As the motorcade entered the confines of Camp David and a ramrod-straight Marine in dress blues met him, Stone wondered exactly how he was going to broach the subject with the man. And what his reaction would be.
Well, I’m just about to find the answers to those questions.
He stood in a small wood-paneled room alone. But not for long. The door opened and there was the president dressed casually in corduroy pants and a checked shirt with loafers on his feet. He held a pair of glasses in one hand and a BlackBerry phone held up to his ear in the other.
He glanced at Stone standing there and motioned for him to take a seat. The president finished his call in low murmurs, slid the phone in his shirt pocket, poured a cup of coffee from a pot set up on a side table and poured one for Stone too. He handed him the cup and sat down, sliding his glasses over his face.
“Lost a contact,” said Brennan. “Backup glasses until they get my other pair. Can’t face the public in glasses. They don’t like that.”
Stone thought about that and it did occur to him that he couldn’t remember seeing a president with glasses on during a public event.
“I appreciate you taking the time to see me on such short notice, sir.”
The president leaned back and scrutinized him. “I’m sure you know why I did. The sense of urgency is compelling. We seem to be spiraling right out of control on this. Every day there’s a new crisis. Made any sense of it yet?”
“Some. But there are a lot of new questions.”
“Give me a quick debrief.”
Stone did so, leaving out nothing, including the attack at his cottage and about Fuat Turkekul.
“I know I’m not telling you anything you aren’t aware of,” he said.
The president nodded. “The PM and I are very close.”
“James McElroy also plays by the rules.”
“An impressive man. Always seems to know more than anyone else, myself and his prime minister included, I think.”
“The mark of a good intelligence officer,” commented Stone. “But keeping me in the dark on that did cost us time.”
“I’m aware of that, but it couldn’t be helped,” he said brusquely.
“I understand.”
“Some good has come out of this,” said Brennan.
“Sir?” asked Stone with a questioning look.
In response the president picked up a remote and hit a button. A part of the wall slid open, revealing a flat-screen TV. The president touched another button and the TV came on. “This was recorded earlier,” he explained.
Stone watched as the image of Carmen Escalante appeared. She looked even smaller and her leg braces even bigger on the screen than in person. She was being interviewed about the death of her beloved uncle and her own personal plight with her medical issues.
“Word has really spread about this, causing two things to happen. We’re holding a joint memorial service for Mr. Padilla and Agent Gross. The president of Mexico is flying up for the ceremony. And, second, private donors have stepped in to pay for Ms. Escalante’s operations for her legs.”
“That’s very nice.”
“As you probably know, relations with Mexico have been strained due to the immigration issue among other things. However, things have thawed a bit with what happened to Padilla. I know he’s an accidental hero, but he still lost his life. And we need heroes wherever we can find them. The story has gotten favorable play in Mexico and here. The people of our two nations have come together a little bit more. It’s positive, or so my aides tell me. Something to build on for the future. That’s one of the major reasons we’re holding the joint memorial service.”
He hit more buttons and the TV turned off and the wall slid back into place. He put the remote down and leaned back in his chair, sipping his coffee.
“Which brings us to today.”
“Yes sir.”
“All right. I think it’s now time for me to ask why you wanted to meet.”
“I know you’re a busy man so I’ll get right to it.” Stone paused, but only for a moment. “Could you tell me where Agent Garchik is? And what happened to the evidence that went missing with him? Because I know you have the answers to both those questions.”
CHAPTER 51
PRESIDENT BRENNAN AND OLIVER STONE stared at each other for an uncomfortably long time. Stone had engaged in such protracted battles of will before with people he considered his employers. The key was never to break eye contact. If you did they interpreted that as a sign of weakness and would pounce. They all had this skill; that was why they were in leadership positions.
“I beg your pardon?” the president said, but there was a slight hitch in his voice that was compelling in its disclosure of what the man was truly thinking.
Stone didn’t answer. He just kept staring at the man, as though he could see the content of every synapse firing. Stone had to convey through this silence that he knew everything, though some of it was only speculation.
He waited.
Brennan said nothing else, his gaze intensifying briefly, but then slowly the burn faded. He stood.
“Let’s take a walk, Stone. I think we need to come to an understanding, and I need to stretch my legs.”
Stone followed him outside after the president slipped on a jacket. The security detail accompanied them, keeping both men encircled at the center of a hard diamond formed by the Secret Service agents. The men and women of the security detail were dressed casually in deference to their boss’s clothes and the rustic surroundings.
The president spoke in a low voice as they made their way along a trail in the woods over which many past presidents had trod.
“Love it up here. Recharge. Forget my troubles, so to speak, at least for a little while.”
Stone’s gaze drifted right and left and up ahead as the agents kept to their marks precisely. Camp David in truth was even better protected than the White House. It was in the middle of rugged terrain, and its perimeter defenders, a large detachment of highly trained Marines, would be able to see any adversary coming long in advance.
The president drew so close to Stone that their elbows touched. Stone automatically looked around to see if the Secret Service agents had an issue with that. However, since their boss had initiated the proximity, the security detail just kept trudging along.
“Stone, we have a problem.”
“The debris. Do we know what it is yet?”
“Have you ever heard of nanobots?”
“Nanotechnology? I’ve read about it in the newspapers. That’s
about the extent of my knowledge.”
