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The Third Option :: Flynn Vince
Страница: 78 из 267With hands folded and his elbows resting on his knees, he looked at Anna and said, «I know Mitch is much, much more than a computer consultant, and I'm guessing from the way you've been acting since I picked you up at his house that you also know he's more than just a simple computer consultant.»
She didn't deny nor confirm the accusation, so O'Rourke took it as a yes. «For him to send Liz that e-mail means one of three things.» Michael began ticking the options off on his fingers. «First, he's a spy for us and quite possible a former Navy SEAL.» Rielly's tear-filled eyes squinted in a questioning manner at the SEAL comment.
«Second, he's a spy for someone else. Or third, he's involved in something illegal like drugs.»
Anna shook her head vigorously at the last suggestion.
«Does he work for the CIA?»
«I don't want to talk about this.» Rielly gestured with her hands for Michael to stop.
«How about the Pentagon?» he persisted.
«Don't ask any more questions.»
«Is it the NSA?»
«Michael, no. I told you I can't talk about this.» Rielly buried her face in her hands. «Just please leave me alone.» Anna wanted everything to stop. Her head was throbbing. All she wanted was to have Mitch home and safe. She'd been having nightmares about this very thing for the last two months. In every single one of those dreams, Mitch was dead, and it scared her in a way she had never experienced. It was unbearable to think that she could come this far, find the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, and then lose him.
Before telling her his real story, Mitch had made Anna promise that she would never discuss what he did for the CIA. Not even with her parents and surely not a U.S. congressman. But Mitch had reached out from wherever he was and contacted Liz and Michael. Anna didn't know what to do.
«Why don't you ask Mitch yourself?»
Michael ignored her and said, «Anna, you know what I do for a living. I can pick up a phone and have someone from the CIA sitting in this room within an hour. It's required by law. I sit on the House Select Committee on Intelligence, and they have to answer to us. I could go down to the Hill right now, and with my security clearance, I could start digging. I will probably set off some alarms at Langley and the Pentagon and God only knows where else, but people will have to answer my questions.»
Anna lifted her head and looked at O'Rourke. «Michael, I'm begging you, just leave it alone until you can talk to Mitch.»
«I can't do that;' he said, firmly shaking his head. «Mitch dumped this in our laps, and in the process he has dredged up some stuff that I would really prefer be kept buried.
She didn't deny nor confirm the accusation, so O'Rourke took it as a yes. «For him to send Liz that e-mail means one of three things.» Michael began ticking the options off on his fingers. «First, he's a spy for us and quite possible a former Navy SEAL.» Rielly's tear-filled eyes squinted in a questioning manner at the SEAL comment.
«Second, he's a spy for someone else. Or third, he's involved in something illegal like drugs.»
Anna shook her head vigorously at the last suggestion.
«Does he work for the CIA?»
«I don't want to talk about this.» Rielly gestured with her hands for Michael to stop.
«How about the Pentagon?» he persisted.
«Don't ask any more questions.»
«Is it the NSA?»
«Michael, no. I told you I can't talk about this.» Rielly buried her face in her hands. «Just please leave me alone.» Anna wanted everything to stop. Her head was throbbing. All she wanted was to have Mitch home and safe. She'd been having nightmares about this very thing for the last two months. In every single one of those dreams, Mitch was dead, and it scared her in a way she had never experienced. It was unbearable to think that she could come this far, find the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, and then lose him.
Before telling her his real story, Mitch had made Anna promise that she would never discuss what he did for the CIA. Not even with her parents and surely not a U.S. congressman. But Mitch had reached out from wherever he was and contacted Liz and Michael. Anna didn't know what to do.
«Why don't you ask Mitch yourself?»
Michael ignored her and said, «Anna, you know what I do for a living. I can pick up a phone and have someone from the CIA sitting in this room within an hour. It's required by law. I sit on the House Select Committee on Intelligence, and they have to answer to us. I could go down to the Hill right now, and with my security clearance, I could start digging. I will probably set off some alarms at Langley and the Pentagon and God only knows where else, but people will have to answer my questions.»
Anna lifted her head and looked at O'Rourke. «Michael, I'm begging you, just leave it alone until you can talk to Mitch.»
«I can't do that;' he said, firmly shaking his head. «Mitch dumped this in our laps, and in the process he has dredged up some stuff that I would really prefer be kept buried.