The sum of all fears - Tom Clancy [276]
"I have to go upstairs on this," Cabot said.
"God damn it, Marcus, we are upstairs!"
"Dealing with the press - it has to be decided elsewhere."
"Super, get in your car and drive down and make sure you ask very nicely." Ryan turned and stormed out before Cabot had a chance to flush at the insult.
By the time he'd walked the few yards to his private office, Jack's hands were quivering. Can't he back me up on anything? Nothing was going right lately. Jack pounded once on his desk, and the pain brought things back under control. Clark's little operation, that seemed to be heading in the right direction. That was one thing, and one thing was better than nothing.
Not much better. Jack looked at the photo of his wife and kids.
"God damn it," he swore to himself. He couldn't get that guy to back him up on anything, he'd become a lousy father to his kids, and sure as hell he was no great shakes as a husband lately.
Liz Elliot read the front-page article with no small degree of satisfaction. Holtzman had delivered exactly what she had expected. Reporters were so easy to manipulate. It opened a whole new world for her, she had belatedly realized. With Marcus Cabot being so weak, and no one within the CIA bureaucracy to back him up, she would have effective control of that, as well. Wasn't that something?
Removing Ryan from his post was now more than a mere exercise in spite, as desirable as so simple a motive might have been. Ryan was the one who had said 'no' to a few White House requests, who occasionally went directly to Congress on internal matters who prevented her from having closer contact with the Agency. With him out of the way, she could give orders - couched as 'suggestions' - to Cabot, who would then carry them out with a total absence of resistance. Dennis Bunker would still have Defense and his dumb football team. Brent Talbot would have the State Department. Elizabeth Elliot would have control of the National Security apparatus - because she also had the ear, and all the other important parts, of the President. Her phone beeped.
"Director Cabot is here."
"Send him in." Liz said She stood and walked towards the door. "Good morning, Marcus."
"Hello, Dr Elliot."
"What brings you down?" she asked, waving him to a seat on the couch.
"This newspaper article."
"I saw it," the National Security Advisor said sympathetically.
"Whoever leaked this might have endangered a valuable source."
"I know. Somebody at your end? I mean, what's this about an in-house investigation?"
"It isn't us."
"Really?" Dr Elliot leaned back and played with her blue silk cravat. "Who, then?"
"We don't know, Liz." Cabot looked even more uncomfortable than she had expected. Maybe, she thought playfully, he thought he was the target of the investigation - There was an interesting idea. "We want to talk to Holtzman."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean we and the FBI talk to him, informally of course, to let him know that he may be doing something irresponsible."
"Who came up with that, Marcus?"
"Ryan and Murray."
"Really?" She paused, as though considering the matter. "I don't think that's a good idea. You know how reporters are. If you have to stroke them, you have to stroke them properly hmm. I can handle that if you wish."
"This really is serious. SPINNAKER is very important to us." Cabot tended to repeat himself when he got excited.
"I know it. Ryan was pretty clear in his briefing, back when you were ill. You still haven't confirmed his reports?"
Cabot shook his head. "No. Jack went off to England to ask the Brits to nose around, but we don't expect anything for a while."
"What do you want me to tell Holtzman?"
"Tell him that he may be jeopardizing a highly important source. The man could die over this, and the political fallout might be very serious," Cabot concluded.
"Yes, it could have undesired effects on their political scene, couldn't it?"
"If SPINNAKER is right, then they're in for a huge political shakeup. Revealing that we know what we