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〃So who's the girl？〃
〃An assassin；〃 Marty replied。 He handed Jack a photograph taken at closer range。 〃And a good one。 Three suspected kills； two politicians and an industrialist； all with a pistol at close range。 Imagine how it's done： you're a middle…aged man walking down the street； you see a pretty girl； she smiles at you； maybe asks for directions or something； you stop； and the next thing you know； there's a pistol in her hand。 Goodbye； Charlie。〃
Jack looked at the photograph。 She didn't look dangerous she looked like every man's fantasy。 〃Like we used to say in college； not the sort of girl you'd kick out of bed。 Jesus； what sort of world do we live in； Marty？〃
〃You know that better than I do。 Anyway； we've been asked to keep an eye on the camp。 If we spot her there again； the French want us to real…time the photo to them。〃
〃They're going to go in after her？〃
〃They didn't say； but you might recall that the French have troops in Chad； maybe four hundred miles away。 Airborne units； with helicopters。〃
Jack handed the picture back。 〃What a waste。〃
〃Sure is。〃 Cantor pocketed the photo and the issue。 〃How's it going with your data？〃
〃So far I have a whole lot of nothing。 The people who do this full…time 。 。 。 〃
〃Yeah； for a while there they were working around the clock。 We had to make them stop； they were burning out。 puterizing it was a little helpful。 Once we had the head of one group turn up at six airports in one day； and we knew the data was for crap； but every so often we get a live one。 We missed that guy by a half…hour outside Beirut last March。 Thirty goddamned minutes；〃 Cantor said。 〃You get used〃 to it。〃
Thirty minutes； Jack thought。 If I'd left my office thirty minutes earlier； I'd be dead。 How am I supposed to get used to that？
〃What would you have done to him？〃
〃We wouldn't have read him his constitutional rights；〃 Cantor replied。 〃So； any connections that you've been able to find？〃
Ryan shook his head。 〃This ULA outfit is so goddamned small。 I have sixteen suspected contacts between the IRA and other groups。 Some of them could be our boys； but how can you tell？ The reports don't have pictures； the written descriptions could be anybody。 Even when we have a reported IRA contact with a bunch they're not supposed be talking to one that might actually be the ULA then； A； our underlying information could easily be wrong； and B； it could be the first time they talked with the IRA！ Marty； how in the hell is somebody supposed to make any sense out of this garbage？〃
〃Well； the next time you hear somebody ask what the CIA is doing about terrorism you won't be able to tell him。〃 Cantor actually smiled at that。 〃These people we're looking for aren't dumb。 They know what'll happen if they get caught。 Even if we don't do it ourselves which we might not want to do we can always tip the Israelis。 Terrorists are tough； nasty bastards； but they can't stand up to real troops and they know it。
〃That's the frustrating part。 My brother…in…law's an Army major； part of the Delta Force down at Fort Bragg。 I've seen them operate。 They could take out this camp you looked at in under two minutes； kill everybody there； and be gone before the echo fades。 They're deadly and efficient； but without the right information； they don't know where to be deadly and efficient at。 Same with police work。 Do you think the Mafia could survive if the cops knew exactly where and when they did their thing？ How many bank robberies would be successful if the SWAT team was waiting inside the doors？ But you gotta know where the crooks are。 It's all about intelligence； and intelligence es down to a bunch of faceless bureaucrats sifting through all this crap。 The people who gather the intel give it to us； and we process it and give it to the operations teams。 The battle is fought here； too。 Jack。 Right here in this building； by a bunch of GS…9s and …10s who go home to their families every night。〃
But the battle is being lost。 Jack told himself。 It sure as hell isn't being won。
〃How's the FBI doing？〃 he asked。
〃Nothing new。 The black guy well； he might as well not exist so far as anyone can tell。 They have a crummy picture that's several years old； an alias with no real name or prints to check； and about ten lines of description that mainly says he's smart enough to keep his mouth shut。 The Bureau's checking through people who used to be in the radical groups funny how they have mostly settled down without any success so far。〃
〃How about the bunch who flew over there two years back？〃 Not so long ago members of several radical American groups had flown to Libya to meet with 〃progressive elements〃 of the third…world munity。 The echoes of that event still reverberated through the antiterrorism munity。
〃You've noticed that we don't have any pictures from Benghazi； right？ Our agent got picked up one of those horrible accidents。 It cost us the photos and it cost him his neck。 Fortunately they never found out he was working for us。 We know some of the names of the people who were there； but not all。〃
〃Passport records？〃
Cantor leaned against the doorframe。 〃Let's say Mr。 X flew to Europe； an American on vacation we're talking tens of thousands of people per month。 He makes contact with someone on the other side； and they get him the rest of the way without going through the usual immigration…control procedures。 It's easy hell； the Agency does it all the time。 If we had a name we could see if he was out of the country at the right time。 That would be a start but we don't have a name to check。〃
〃We don't have anything！〃 Ryan snapped。
〃Sure we do。 We have all that〃 he waved at the documents on Ryan's desk 〃and lots more where that came from。 Somewhere in there is the answer。〃
〃You really believe that？〃
〃Every time we crack one of these things； we find that all the information was under our nose for months。 The oversight mittees in Congress always hammer us on that。 Sitting in that pile right now。 Jack； is a crucial lead。 That's almost a statistical certainty。 But you probably have two or three hundred such reports sitting there； and only one matters。〃
〃I didn't expect miracles； but I did expect to make some progress；〃 Jack said quietly； the magnitude of the problem finally sinking in。
〃You did。 You saw something that no one else did。 You may have found Francoise Theroux。 And now if a French agent sees something that might be useful to us； maybe they'll pass it along。 You didn't know this； but the intel business is like the old barter economy。 We give them； and then they give us； or we'll never give to them again。 If this pans out； they'll owe us big…time。 They really want that gal。 She popped a close friend of their President； and he took it personally。
〃Anyway； you get a well…done from the Admiral and the DGSE。 The boss says you should take it a little easier； by the way。〃
〃I'll take it easy when I find the bastards；〃 Ryan replied。
〃Sometimes you have to back off。 You look like hell。 You're tired。 Fatigue makes for errors。 We don't like errors。 No more late hours； Jack； that es from Greer； too。 You're out of here by six。〃 Cantor left； denying Jack a chance to object。
Ryan turned back toward his desk； but stared at the wall for several minutes。 Cantor was right。 He was working so late that half the time he couldn't drive up to Baltimore to see how his daughter was doing。 Jack rationalized that his wife was with her every day； frequently spending the night at Hopkins to be close to their daughter。 Cathy has her job and I have mine。
So； he told the wall； at least I managed to gel something right。 He remembered that it had been an accident； that Marty had made the real connection； but it was also true that he'd done what an analyst was supposed to do； find something odd and bring it to someone's attention。 He could feel good about that。 He'd found a terrorist maybe； but certainly not the right one。
It's a start。 His conscience wondered what the French would do if they found that pretty girl； and how he'd feel about it if he found out。 It would be better； he decided； if terrorists were ugly； but pretty or not； their victims were just as dead。 He promised himself that he wouldn't go out of his way to find out if anyone got her。 Jack went back into the pile； looking for that one piece of hard information。 The people he was looking for were somewhere in the pile。 He had to find them。
〃Hello； Alex；〃 Miller said as he entered the car。
〃How was the trip？〃 He still had his beard； Dobbens saw。 Well； nobody had gotten much of a look at him。 This time he'd flown to Mexico； driven across the border； then taken a domestic flight into D。C。； where Alex had met him。
〃Your border security over here's a bloody joke。〃
〃Would it make you happy if they changed it？〃 Alex inquired。 〃Let's talk business。〃 The abruptness of his tone surprised Miller。
Aren't you a proud one； with one whole operation under your belt； Miller thought。 〃We have another job for you。〃
〃You haven't paid me for the last one yet； boy。〃
Miller handed over a passbook。 〃Numbered account； Bahamian bank。 I be