Chapters (59)
- Part I Reconnaissance
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Part II Incursion
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Part III Under Siege
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Part IV Course Correction
- Chapter Fourteen
- Part V Balance of Power
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Part VI Spy versus Spy
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Part VII Winds of War and Flame
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Part VIII Strong to the Finish
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Part IX Spy Games
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Part X What Goes Around
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- About the Author
Zack considered for a moment. He had to give the director the credit he deserved. It had been the one detail he’d decided to withhold from the official reports. If what Belyakov had told him was true, then the only agency that needed to know was the CIA, which was why he’d waited for this conversation, knowing that the director or someone who worked for him would come. “You’re a smart man, yourself. And yes, I do know what was on the laptop, at least if Belyakov told me the truth of what was on it. The list of US assets you’re recruiting at Russian colleges and institutes. But I guess you’re going to confirm or deny it for me right now, correct?”
“I thought so,” Matt said, seemingly pleased with himself. “But before I do, can you please tell me who else you told that information to?”
“My brother, Nick; that girl next door, who deserved to know, since she had to kill a man in her own house; Esli Flores’s family; Claire Simmons, whose husband was executed by Barrett; Director Harper’s wife and son; and my wife. Sam may have told her boyfriend, but other than that, no one.”
Matt nodded in a way that didn’t reveal whether he was content or upset with the answer. “Okay. Here it is, but you’re not going to like the answer, not at all. What Belyakov told you was true, at least based on what he thought he knew.”
Alarm bells in Zack’s mind started ringing, and even before the director said it aloud, he realized for the first time the true nature of the laptop. His heart sank as he thought about Brandon Harper and Esli Flores, and he said, “Oh, please don’t tell me, not after all that’s happened.”
Matt shifted uncomfortably but maintained his bearing, refusing to shy away from the responsibility that was his alone. “There was nothing on the laptop, nothing but a fake list of names. The list was part of a counterintelligence operation to draw out a leaker, one who’s been compromising extremely sensitive operational classified intelligence.”
Zack closed his eyes and leaned back in his couch. He inhaled deeply to control the fury and frustration that coursed through him much more strongly than the caffeine. All of the dead bodies had been the price of a mole hunt inside the CIA, one that had gone terribly wrong. It was a false flag from the very beginning. “How . . . could . . . you?” Zack said, and opened his eyes, his anger subdued to a whisper but directed at the head of the CIA.