until later, perhaps in the second or third day, when the pressure would build. These were seasoned politicians who well understood that public perception and reality were often two separate things.
One of the C-SPAN cameras was trained on McGarvey, looking for his
reaction to what Hammond was saying. He kept his face neutral. Every DCI before him had gone through this process. He suspected that none of them had enjoyed the experience any more than he did. And if he was confirmed, he would be back up here on the Hill testifying before Congress several times a year.
Paterson held a hand over the microphone and leaned toward McGarvey. âHeâs being too polite. He knows something, so youâre going to have to stick with the script, at least today.â
âIt wonât matter what I say. Theyâre going to hear what they want to hear and nothing more.â McGarvey glanced over his shoulder toward the back of the room.
âWho are you looking for?â
âNobody important,â McGarvey said.
Senator Hammond wound up his remarks and looked up from his notes. âMr. McGarvey, do you wish to make an opening statement at this time?â
McGarvey glanced at the script that Paterson had prepared for him. Heâd read it on the way over from Langley, and he more or less agreed with everything the CIAâs general counsel had written. More than ever before, the United States needed the presence of a strong and capable spy agency to protect her interests in a world gone mad. The CIA needed a strong director; someone with experience and decisiveness; someone who not only understood Americaâs enemies, but who perfectly understood the exact nature of the country.
That had been McGarveyâs personal philosophy from the beginning of his career; you could not protect a flag that you didnât understand.
Heâd always thought that he understood what it was to be an American. But suddenly he wasnât so sure any longer. Perhaps people like Hammond and Madden were correct after all; perhaps he was unfit for the job.
That was a question that had plagued him ever since the President asked him to take the job. Maybe he didnât have the moral or philosophical equipment.
He was, or at least he had been, an assassin. Such acts were against the law. Yet the law had never stopped him.
A few years ago someone had asked him who the hell he thought he was. âWhat gives you the right to be judge, jury and executioner?â
And now someone or something was coming after him; stalking him and his family; some dark, malevolent beast out of his past. Something. It was something whispering at his shoulder. He couldnât shake the growing feeling of dread.
He looked again over his shoulder for the Russian SVR rezident, but the man wasnât there. His absence meant something.
âMr. McGarvey,â Senator Hammond prompted.
âIâll reserve my opening remarks until later, Senator Hammond. But Iâd like a written version to be entered into the record at this time.â
âVery well,â Hammond said.
A clerk came over, and Paterson handed him a copy of McGarveyâs opening statement, a puzzled but resigned expression on his face.
Senator Madden sat forward, an almost radiant expression on her round face. âExcuse me, Senator Hammond, I would like to ask Mr. McGarvey a question before we proceed.â
Hammond motioned for her to go ahead.
âIt has come to my attention that you might not even want this job,â she said. âIs that true?â
âFrankly no, I never wanted the job,â McGarvey replied before Paterson could stop him.
âWell thenââ
âI have a great deal of respect for President Haynes. He asked me if I would take the job. I couldnât say no. If Iâm confirmed, itâs my intention to remake the Agency completely.â
Madden smiled warmly. âMaybe you and I are in agreement after all.
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