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by David Baldacci


  Thornhill pulled open the door and strode confidently down the aisle of the hearing room. About halfway down, he realized that the room held many more people than usual. The small space was literally bursting with bodies. And as he looked around, he noted numerous faces he did not recognize. As he approached the witness table, he received another shock. There were already people sitting there, their backs to him.

  He looked up at the committee. Ward stared back at him. There was no smile, no mane greeting from the portly chairman.

  "Mr. Thornhill, take a seat in the front row, will you? We have one person testifying before you."

  Thornhill looked dazed. "Excuse me?"

  "Just sit down, Mr. Thornhill," Ward said again.

  Thornhill looked at his watch. "I'm afraid I have limited time today, Mr. Chairman. And I wasn't told about anyone else testifying."

  Thornhill glanced at the witness table. He didn't recognize the men sitting there. "Perhaps we should just reschedule."

  Ward looked past Thornhill. The latter turned and followed his gaze.

  The uniformed Capitol Hill police officer ceremoniously closed the door to the hearing room and then stood with his broad back against it, as though daring anyone to try to get past him.

  Thornhill looked back around at Ward. "Am I missing something here?"

  "If you are, it will be made crystal clear in a minute," Ward replied ominously. Then he looked over at one of his aides and nodded.

  The aide disappeared through a small doorway behind the committee. He was back in a few seconds. And then Thornhill received what amounted to the greatest shock of his life, as Danny Buchanan walked through the doorway and made his way to the witness table. He never even looked at Thornhill, who just stood there in the middle of the aisle, his briefcase now resting motionless against his leg. The men rose from the witness table and took seats in the audience.

  Buchanan stood in front of the witness table, raised his right hand, was sworn in and then sat down.

  Ward glanced over at Thornhill, who still hadn't moved.

  "Mr. Thornhill, will you please sit down so we can get started here?"

  Thornhill couldn't take his eyes off Buchanan. He shuffled sideways toward the one remaining empty seat in the front row. The large man sitting at the end of the row moved aside so Thornhill could pass by.

  As*Thornhill sat, he glanced over at the man and found himself staring at Lee Adams. "Good to see you again," Lee said in an undertone before settling back in his chair and turning his attention toward the front of the room. "Mr. Buchanan," Ward began. "Can you tell us why you're here today, sir "To provide testimony regarding a shocking conspiracy at the Central Intelligence Agency," Buchanan replied in a calm, assured tone. Overthe years he had testified before more committees than all the Watergatefolk combined. He was on familiar ground, his best friend in the world doing the questioning. This was his time.

  Finally. "Then I guess you should start at the beginning, sir."

  Buchanan placed his hands neatly in front of him, leaned forward and spoke into the microphone. "Approximately fifteen months ago I was approached by a high-level official at the CIA. The gentleman was quite familiar with my lobbying practice. He was aware that I knew many of the members on the Hill intimately. He wanted me to help him with a very special project. ""What sort of project?" Ward prompted.

  "He wanted me to help him gather evidence against congressmen that could be used to blackmail them." "Blackmail? How?" "He knew of my efforts to lobby on behalf of impoverished countries and world humanitarian organizations. ""We all are aware of your efforts in that regard," Ward said magnanimously. "As you can imagine, it's a tough sell up here. I've used most of my own money in that crusade. The man knew that too. He felt I was desperate. An easy mark, I believe is what he said." "Precisely how would this blackmail scheme work?" "I would approach certain congressmen and bureaucrats who could help influence foreign-aid dollars and other overseas relief. I would only approach those who needed money. I would tell them that in return for their help, they would be compensated after they left office. They didn'tknow it, of course, but the CIA would finance these 'retirement' pack ages. If they agreed to help, then I would wear a wire provided by the CIA and record incriminating conversations with these men and women. They would also be placed under surveillance by the CIA. All this 'illegal' activity would be captured and subsequently used against them by the man at the CIA."

  "How so?"

  "Many of the people I was supposed to bribe for foreign aid also serve on committees overseeing the CIA. For example, two of the members of this very committee, Senators Johnson and McNamara, also sit on the appropriations committee for foreign operations. The gentleman from the CIA gave me a list of names of all the people he wanted to target.

  Senators Johnson and McNamara were on that list. The plan was to blackmail them and others into using their committee positions to help the CIA. Increased budgets for the CIA, greater responsibilities, less congressional oversight. That sort of thing. In return, I would be paid a large sum of money."

  Buchanan looked at Johnson and McNamara, men he had recruited so easily ten years ago. They stared back at him with exactly the proper look of shock and anger. Over the last week Buchanan had met with every single one of his bribees and had explained what was happening. If they wanted to survive, they would back up every word of the lie he was now telling. What choice did they have? They would also continue to support Buchanan's causes, and they wouldn't be getting a dime from him for doing so. Their efforts would really turn out to be "charitable."

  There was a God.

  And he had confided in Ward as well. His friend had taken it better than Buchanan had thought possible. He had not condoned Buchanan's actions, yet he had decided to stand by his old friend. There were greater crimes to punish.

  "This is all the truth, Mr. Buchanan?"

  "Yes sir," Buchanan said, with the look of a saint.

  Thornhill sat impassively in his seat. The man's expression was akin to the condemned walking alone to the gas chamber-a mixture of bitterness, terror and disbelief. Buchanan had obviously cut a deal.

  The politicians were backing his story. He could see it in Johnson's and McNamara's faces. How could Thornhill attack their claims without revealing his own participation? He could hardly jump up and say,

  "That's not how it happened. Buchanan was already bribing them, I just caught him and used him for my own blackmail purposes." His Achilles' heel. It had never occurred to him. The frog and the scorpion, only the scorpion was going to survive.

  "What did you do?" Ward asked Buchanan.

  "I immediately went to the people on the list and told them what had happened, including Senators Johnson and McNamara. I'm sorry we were unable to bring you into the loop at the time, Mr. Chairman, but absolute confidentiality was the key. We collectively decided to set up a sting of sorts. I would pretend to go along with the CIA's plan, and the targets would pretend to be part of the plan. Then, while the CIA was gathering its blackmail material, I would secretly gather evidence against the CIA. When we felt the case was strong enough, we planned to go to the FBI with what we had."

  Ward took off his glasses and dangled them in front of his face. "Damn risky business, Mr. Buchanan. Was this blackmail operation officially sanctioned by the CIA, do you know?"

  Buchanan shook his head. "It was clearly the work of one official there."

  "What happened then?"

  "I gathered my evidence, but then my associate, Faith Lockhart, who was unaware of any of this, became suspicious of me. She thought, I suppose, that I was actually involved in a blackmail scheme. I, of course, couldn't confide in her. She went to the FBI with her story.

  They commenced an investigation. The man from the CIA found out about this development and arranged to have Ms. Lockhart killed. Thankfully, she escaped, but an FBI agent was killed."

  The entire room began buzzing at this.

  Ward looked pointedly at B
uchanan. "Are you telling me that an official from the CIA was responsible for the murder of an FBI agent?"

  Buchanan nodded. "Yes. Several other deaths have also occurred, including"-Buchanan looked down for a moment, his lips trembling--"Faith Lockhart. That is what has prompted my appearance here today. To stop the killing."

  "Who is this man, Mr. Buchanan?" Ward said with as much indignity and curiosity as he could feign.

  Buchanan turned and pointed directly at Robert Thornhill.

  "Associate Deputy Director of Operations Robert Thornhill."

  Thornhill erupted from his chair, waving an angry fist in the air, and roared, "That is a damnable lie. This entire event is a circus, an abomination the likes of which I have never witnessed in all my years in government. You bring me here under false pretenses and then subject me to the preposterous, outrageous accusations of this person.

  They-they were in my home last night. This Buchanan person, and this man!" Thornhill pointed a finger angrily at Lee. "This man held a gun to my head. They threatened me with this same insane story. They claimed to have evidence of this nonsense, but when I called their bluff, they ran off. I demand that you place them under immediate arrest. I intend to press full charges. And now, if you'll excuse me, I have legitimate business elsewhere."

  Thornhill tried to get past Lee, but the PI stood up and blocked his way.

  Thornhill looked at Ward. "Unless you do something right this instant, Mr. Chairman, I will be forced to call the police on my portable phone. I doubt if it would look very good on the evening news."

  "I have proof of all that I've said," Buchanan said.

  "What," Thornhill cried out, "the silly tape you threatened me with last night? If you have it, produce it. But whatever's on it is obviously forged."

  Buchanan opened a briefcase, which rested on the table in front of him.

  Instead of an audiocassette, he took out a videocassette and handed it to an aide of Ward's.

  Everyone in the room watched as another aide wheeled a television, with a VCR attached, out into a corner of the room where everyone could see the screen. The aide took the tape and inserted it in the VCR, hit the remote, and stepped back. Everyone in the room watched breathlessly as the screen came to life.

  On the TV Lee and Buchanan were just leaving Thornhill's study. Then Thornhill was at his desk, reaching for his phone, hesitating, then after a moment extracting from a desk drawer a different phone. He spoke into it anxiously. His conversation of the night before was played out before the entire room. His blackmail scheme, the killing of the FBI agent, his ordering the murders of Buchanan and Lee Adams.

  The look of triumph on his face as he put down the phone was in monumental contrast to the look the man wore now.

  As the screen went to black, Thornhill continued to stare at the TV, his mouth slightly open, his lips moving but no words coming out. His briefcase, with all its important papers, fell to the floor, forgotten.

  Ward tapped his pen against the microphone, his eyes squarely on Thornhill. There was some satisfaction in the senator's features, but it could not overcome the horror there as well. Ward appeared sickened by what he had just watched.

  "I suppose that since you've admitted that these men were in your home last night, then you won't claim this piece of evidence is a forgery, Mr. Thornhill?" Ward said.

  Danny Buchanan sat quietly at the table, his eyes downcast. His face showed relief, tinged with sadness; and there was about his bearing a weariness. He too had clearly had enough.

  Lee watched Thornhill intently. The other task he had performed at the Thornhill residence last night had been a relatively simple one. The underlying technology was PLC, the same as that used by Thornhill to bug Ken Newman's home. It was a wireless system with a 2.4-gigahertz transmitter, covert camera and antenna installed in a device that looked just like the smoke alarm in Thornhill's study and actually performed the functions of a smoke detector while it simultaneously conducted surveillance. It was powered by the home's regular electrical current and produced clear, crisp video and audio of everything in its range. Thornhill had stopped his incriminating conversation from leaving his house, but it had never occurred to him that there was a miniature Trojan horse of sorts inside his house.

  "I will be available to testify at the trial," said Danny Buchanan. He rose, turned and started to walk up the aisle.

  Lee put a hand on Thornhill's shoulder. "Excuse me," he said politely.

  Thornhill gripped Lee's arm.

  "How did you do it?" Thornhill said.

  Lee slowly pulled away from his grip and joined Buchanan. The two men quietly walked out together.

  CHAPTER 57

  ONE MONTH TO THE DAY AFTER Buchanan's TESTIMONY to Ward's committee, Robert Thornhill bounded down the steps of the federal courthouse in Washington, leaving his lawyers in his liberated, if

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