Term Limits (54 page)

“‘We do not want to see America torn apart over the selfish and evil actions of a select few, but the actions of Mike Nance and Stu Garret cannot go unpunished. In exchange for not releasing Mr. Higgins's confession, we demand the following: Mike Nance will announce his resignation by noon tomorrow and retreat permanently from public life. Thirty days from now, Stu Garret will also announce his resignation and cease any involvement in the American political process, at any level. Within six months, both Nance and Garret will be expected to convert half of their net worth
and donate it anonymously to the families of the eight federal law enforcement officers they killed. None of this is negotiable. If at any point Nance and Garret attempt to renege on this arrangement, we will hunt them down and kill them.

“‘We are unsure as to what involvement President Stevens had in this plot and, for now, are willing to allow him to stay in office if he meets the following conditions: He will act as a bridge between the two parties and cease all partisan politics. He will put together a balanced budget for the next fiscal year, and he will meet all of our previous demands regarding a national crime bill and a national sales tax to retire the national debt. If these demands are met, we will allow Stevens to run for reelection. If the president wavers at any point, we will release the tape to the media.

“‘The second part of our demands involves the FBI. Director Roach, we do not expect you to condone what we have done, but you must at least recognize the differences between what we did and what Mr. Higgins, Mr. Nance, and Mr. Garret did. We murdered four corrupt politicians in an attempt to restore some integrity and common sense to a political system that has none. Mr. Higgins, Mr. Nance, and Mr. Garret murdered two of the only honest politicians in Washington and eight federal law enforcement officers, all for their own perverted self-interests.

“‘If you agree not to prosecute Mr. Nance and Mr. Garret, you must also agree to never bring forth any indictments regarding the assassinations of Senator Fitzgerald, Congressman Koslowski, Senator
Downs, and Speaker Basset. We understand the compromising situation this puts you in, but considering the piece of information in our possession, we think it a reasonable trade-off.

“‘For your own safety and the integrity of the FBI, we would also suggest that the president, Mr. Nance, and Mr. Garret be kept in the dark about your knowledge of our deal. It would be best for all if Director Stansfield handled the negotiations with the White House. We will await the announcement of Mike Nance's resignation. If it is not made public by noon tomorrow, we will be left with no other option than to release the tape.'” McMahon set the letter down.

Director Stansfield closed his eyes and gently shook his head. Everyone waited for him to speak. He rose and said, “Please excuse Director Roach and me for a moment.” Stansfield walked to the side door that led to his office and Roach followed.

Stansfield closed the heavy, soundproof door and walked over to the large picture window. “Well, that's one hell of a confession.”

Roach looked at Stansfield's back and asked, “Do you believe it?”

Stansfield nodded. “Unfortunately, yes.” His answer was followed by more silence.

Roach placed a hand under his chin. “I'm not sure it would be admissible in a court of law.”

Stansfield shook his head and waved his hand as if batting the idea out of the air. “Let's not even entertain that line of logic. If they release that tape, we are in serious trouble, and I mean the entire country. Arthur's body has been identified by the
media, and they have footage of him lying propped up against Garret's fence. Those two French politicians were in fact killed back in the early sixties, and the CIA was behind it.” Stansfield pointed toward the conference room. “Brian, everything those assassins said is true. That tape will tear America apart.”

“What do we do then?”

“We have to take the deal, and we have to work fast.”

Roach sighed. “Can we trust these assassins?”

Stansfield turned around with hatred on his face. “Apparently we can trust them a hell of lot more than the national security adviser and the president's chief of staff.”

“What in the hell were they thinking?”

“I have no idea.”

“Do you think the president knew what they were up to?”

“My gut tells me no, but I haven't had enough time to thoroughly analyze the situation.” Stansfield looked at his watch. “Brian, we have to move on this. A lot has to happen between now and noon tomorrow. My decision is a foregone conclusion. We have to do everything in our power to make sure that tape never goes public.”

Roach paused. “I don't want that tape to go public either, but I sure as hell don't like the idea of Nance and Garret just walking away.”

“Brian, I have a feeling that within the next year these assassins will take care of Mr. Garret and Mr. Nance, and… if they don't… I will have them taken care of. That is between you and me, friend to friend, not director to director.”

Roach looked into Stansfield's eyes and reminded himself that his friend played by a different set of rules. “We really don't have much of a choice, do we?”

“No… so you agree to meet their demands?”

“Yes, but I'm not sure I can guarantee that no indictments will be brought forth. What if Skip finds out who these assassins are?”

“I'll gladly deal with that problem if it ever happens, but something tells me we'll never know who was behind this. They were right about another thing. You have to be left out of the loop. If this blows up in our face, the FBI must have complete deniability. The American people are going to have to turn to something for hope, and if the FBI is implicated in the cover-up, it will really look bad.”

“I suppose you're right.” Roach considered his options for a minute and then said, “Let's go talk to the others.”

Michael, sitting next to McMahon, was trying to stay in character. Acting mad was not hard, but acting naive was. He kept reminding himself what he should and shouldn't know. Fortunately, everyone was so shocked by Higgins's confession that they'd been too preoccupied to ask him questions.

Roach took a seat and Stansfield remained standing. The director of the CIA crossed his arms and said, “It goes without saying that this is a very difficult situation. For reasons that we are all aware of, Brian and I have decided to try and meet the demands of the assassins. If you have any opinions, now is the time to voice them.”

Stansfield looked to Irene Kennedy first. Kennedy glanced up at her boss and shook her head no. Kennedy knew full well that they were boxed in. The only reasonable action was to take the deal.

McMahon was next. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “I understand that our options are limited, but I think Garret and Nance are getting off way too easy. I think they should be strung up by their balls and left for the vultures.”

“I can relate to your desire for retribution,” said Stansfield. “As I was just telling Brian, I would be surprised if these assassins let either of them live for more than a year.”

“What about my investigation?” asked McMahon.

“If you catch them, we will cross that bridge when we get to it. Do you have it in you to let them go if it comes to that?” asked Stansfield.

McMahon glanced over at Roach while he thought about the question. From the very beginning he'd had a gnawing respect for the unknown group. “If they turn out to be the type of people I think they are, and they really do have patriotic motives …” McMahon paused. “I'll look the other way.”

“Congressman?” asked Stansfield.

Michael leaned back and said, “I'm not crazy about the cover-up, but given the situation, I don't see any other alternative.”

Stansfield nodded. “We are all in agreement then. Before we proceed, I need to know if anyone else knows about this tape. Congressman?” Stansfield looked to Michael for an answer.

With a calm face Michael replied, “I haven't told anyone.”

“Skip?”

“No. As soon as Congressman O'Rourke played the tape for us, we came straight here.”

“Irene?”

“No.”

“Good.” Stansfield looked at his watch. “I am going to go to the White House alone to handle the negotiations.”

Michael cleared his throat and got Stansfield's attention. “Sir, I would like to come along.”

Stansfield studied O'Rourke briefly and replied, “I think it would be best if I handled it alone.”

“I'm sure you do, but Senator Olson was a very good friend of mine. I want to see the look on their faces when they realize they're not going to get away with this.”

IT WAS MIKE NANCE'S TURN TO BE NERVOUS, but you wouldn't know it by looking at him. He sat with his perfect posture and minimal movement. Underneath, however, he wasn't so composed. Stu Garret was pacing back and forth in front of Nance's
desk with an optimistic smile on his face, even though they had just spent the last half an hour getting yelled at by the president. Stevens was irate that he had been left out of the loop and that Garret and Nance had been involved in a scheme that could get Stevens impeached or worse.

Nance was worried about other things. He tried to ignore Garret as he blabbered on. “I think we're going to be okay. I really think everything is going to work out. Stansfield bought the whole blackmail story.… Jim will calm down in a couple of weeks and realize that we were only trying to protect him, and I know Arthur was a friend of yours, but, Jesus, he gave me the creeps. I have to admit I feel a lot better knowing that he took what he knows to the grave.”

Without turning his head Nance looked up at Garret out of the corner of his eye and said, “Shut up, Stu.”

“Hey, I'm only trying to lay everything out so we know where we're at.”

“I know where I am, and I don't need you to point out the obvious. So kindly keep your mouth shut for several minutes. I'm trying to think.”

Garret sat down on the couch and mumbled to himself. Nance turned his chair around so he wouldn't have to look at him. Why had Stansfield left the meeting so abruptly, just when things were heating up? They weren't out of the woods yet. He thought of mentioning that fact to Garret, but knew he preferred Garret's current obnoxious state to his frantic, panicked one.

 

Michael sat in the back of the armor-plated Cadillac with Stansfield. He was somewhat relieved that Director Stansfield was not a big talker. O'Rourke guessed correctly that Stansfield was preparing for his confrontation with Nance and Garret. Stansfield had almost called the White House to schedule the meeting, but at the last minute he decided it would be better if they surprised Garret and Nance.

When they were less than a mile from the White House, Stansfield picked up the secure phone and dialed the number for Jack Warch's office. Warch answered and Stansfield said, “Jack, this is Director Stansfield. I need an emergency meeting with the president, Mike Nance, and Stu Garret. I'm about to enter the underground parking garage of the Treasury Building. Please alert your agents that I will be coming through the tunnel.” Stansfield glanced over at Michael. “I have a guest-Congressman O'Rourke. I'll vouch for him.… Jack, this is very serious. Please get them down to the Situation Room immediately.” Warch got the point and Stansfield hung up.

The limousine pulled into the underground garage of the Treasury Building, and Michael and Stansfield were escorted by four Secret Service agents down a narrow cement tunnel. When they reached the other end, they stopped at a thick steel door that the Secret Service referred to as the Marilyn Monroe door. They held their identification up to a camera, and Stansfield asked, “Are you nervous?”

“No, I'm too mad to be nervous.”

“Congressman, would you do me a favor?” Michael nodded yes, and Stansfield said, “When I play the tape, please keep an eye on the president. I'm going to be busy watching Mr. Nance and Mr. Garret. I would like your opinion as to whether or not the president is genuinely surprised by the tape.”

Michael nodded and asked, “Is it safe to play the tape at the White House… I mean, won't the Secret Service be monitoring the meeting?”

“No, the Situation Room is secure. It's swept daily for bugs and is completely soundproof. The Secret Service is not allowed to monitor the room because of the classified information that is discussed.”

The six-inch-thick steel door swung open, revealing Jack Warch. Stansfield introduced Michael to Warch while they continued down the hall. They entered a large room, and Warch escorted them past the National Security Desk to a door in the far corner. Stansfield and Michael entered the room, and Warch closed it behind them.

President Stevens was standing at the far end of the table. His suit coat was off and draped over the back of the high-backed leather chair in front of him. Nance and Garret were seated. It was obvious that the president was unhappy with his two confidants. Stansfield and Michael walked around the left side of the long table and stopped behind the last two chairs.

“Mr. President,” said Stansfield, “this is Congressman O'Rourke.”

Out of habit Stevens extended his hand, and then
a strange look appeared on his face as he remembered his phone conversation with the young congressman some two weeks earlier. Michael shook the president's hand and the three of them sat.

“I assume whatever this is about has something to do with why you were called away so abruptly this morning?” asked the president.

“Yes… something very serious has been brought to my attention.”

“What is the congressman doing here?” asked Garret in his usual impatient tone.

“He is here at my request.”

Michael moved his eyes from Garret to Nance and stared at him with pure hatred.