Glenn Beck - The Eye of Moloch

But, if he said yes, he might retain some form of leverage and at least remain in the game. That way there was a chance that he could buy them both a little time.

“You know what?” Noah said. “Fine. You win, as usual. I’ll do it.”

Chapter 20

As the heavy door eased closed behind him, Arthur Gardner stopped at an interior window in the corridor and reviewed his reflection in the darkened glass. Gradually he straightened himself, adjusted his collar and perfected his cuffs, breathed in deeply, and shed the façade of physical weakness he’d worn for the benefit of his son.

Guilt was still an unfamiliar sensation; only lately had the capacity to feel it returned to him like a bad penny, or more correctly, like a debt that had finally come due. Still, the ache of his conscience wasn’t as sharp as it might have been. There was some acquittal in the knowledge that almost half of what he’d said in there had been the unvarnished truth.

He bid a fond good night to Ellen Davenport and sent her off to her hotel with his thanks and all best wishes to her parents in East Hampton. She was innocent in all this and would remain that way, but she would still serve a role. His son would feel protective of his old friend, and with her close by he’d be far less likely to attempt any costly and unforeseen adventures as the finish line drew near.

That left just one more key player to be brought onto the stage.

Down the hall he saw his man arriving, apparently fresh from the airport with an overnight bag still slung over a shoulder.

“Where have you been lately?” Gardner asked when he’d come near. “I’ve needed you.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” Warren Landers said. “That George Pierce—what a piece of work. Those guys were more than a handful and it took longer than we’d hoped to get them into line out there.”

“And what’s the outcome?”

“Pierce and all his men are good to go. He’s got a following you wouldn’t believe, cells all across the country. We’re deploying them now; if you’ve been watching the news you’ve seen the beginnings.” Landers ticked his head toward Noah’s room. “How are things here?”

“Good, I think.” Despite the weight of the situation, he smiled. “And he’s changed, Warren. I don’t know how to say it exactly. There’s something more to him now.”

“More?” Landers asked. “In what way?”

“Balls, I think, is the term I’m seeking. We knew when we left him last year with the consequences of his acts that the experience would either kill him or make him stronger. At that time I had the considerable advantage of not really caring which one it did. And I’m not ashamed to tell you now that I’m glad he managed to survive.” He paused and looked the other man over. “Just flew in, did you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“From where? Not from Cheyenne.”

“No.” Landers seemed briefly to be searching his mind for a handhold. “Cheyenne’s just a shuttle hop from here. No, after Pierce I had some business for you in Philly and Chicago, and there was weather, and some other delays I couldn’t avoid. I’m sorry, again, I know I should have gotten word to you.”

“Well.” Arthur Gardner nodded and let a bit of thoughtful silence linger on. “I wasn’t aware. Be sure to leave me a briefing about it all.”

“Of course.”

“Now then, I’ll be returning to New York tomorrow morning, and you’re off to Arizona by the afternoon.” He took a small pad and pen from his pocket and wrote out a name and location as he spoke. “You’ll meet with a woman there, an operations officer; her name is Virginia Ward. She’s former CIA and now I suppose she could best be called a freelancer. I’ve worked it out with her higher-ups; she’ll be expecting you, and she’ll be central to our pursuits from here on, so please conduct yourself accordingly.”

“Former CIA? Is she one of ours?”

“Oh, good heavens, no. You’ll see when you meet her; she belongs to no one. She’s a real straight arrow and a card-carrying, dyed-in-the-wool American hero.”

Landers took the sheet and looked it over. “Isn’t it quite a risk to take, someone like that in the middle of all this, running off the leash?”

“It’s necessary. We’ll need an advocate whose credentials are unimpeachable in order to bring the real force in behind us. We need someone who can go before Congress and testify as to the terrorist nature of this Molly Ross and her movement. Think of Colin Powell making that case for war with Iraq before the UN Security Council in 2002. We must weave a believable body of evidence from a tissue of lies and then have it served to the American people by a very attractive waitress. With someone like Virginia Ward on our side they’ll swallow whatever we say, hook, line, and sinker.”

“ ‘On our side’ being the key phrase,” Landers said. “The way you’re describing her, how can you be sure she’ll stay on our side?”

“That will depend in good part on the quality of your dirty work with Mr. Pierce, which I’m certain will be nothing short of exemplary. Do you feel he’s ready and able to terrorize?”

“Oh, he’s ready.”

“Good. And this is far from the first time you’ve helped frame a perfectly innocent victim for the greater good. Surely you’re not doubting that you’re capable.”

“No, sir, it’s just—”

“Fine, then. We’ll proceed as I’ve directed. I’m sure it’s what Mr. Doyle would want.” He gave Warren Landers a pat on the shoulder. “But you must be tired after your long trip. We’ll wrap up tomorrow and then you’ll do what needs to be done to line up Ms. Ward, yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good man. We both have a big day ahead, Warren. Go and rest.”

• • •

As Gardner watched the other man leave he considered some revealing details of the encounter.

There’s a visible difference between a man who’s just come off a harrowing series of domestic connections and one who’s spent those same fourteen hours enthroned in the splendors of nonstop international first class. His spindly cover story notwithstanding, by his vigorous and unwrinkled condition Mr. Landers had obviously arrived fresh from a sojourn in the lap of luxury.

That he’d lied about his whereabouts was obvious and not terribly unusual. But why he’d lied this time was the key question to be answered.

All things considered, it was more than likely that Mr. Landers had been invited overseas for a covert meeting with the Man Upstairs. Such a major break in the chain of command, especially under current circumstances, could foretell only one thing.

A forced retirement would be an inauspicious end to Arthur Gardner’s long career. Still, after the previous year’s failure someone had to take the blame— such momentous plans upset by a band of patriotic amateurs, and with the assistance of his own son! Indeed, his time had come, though when all was said and done his departure wouldn’t be due to any reason that old Aaron Doyle might guess. That is, if he was allowed to depart voluntarily at all.

Long ago, when he was younger than his own son was today, the boss had laid down the cardinal rule of his world-changing enterprise. Great power and wealth were among the many rewards he offered, but the penalty for insubordination would be swift and permanent.

Once you’re in, you’re in, Aaron Doyle had said. And once you’re out, you’re dead.

Chapter 21