The Detachment

reporting directly to the vice president and doing some extremely off-the-books stuff. Seymour Hersh called it a hit squad.”
    “Any truth to that?”
    He laughed. “You’re not really asking me to verify a Sy Hersh story, are you?”
    It was true, then. “What else?”
    “Let’s just say the new administration hasn’t changed JSOC’s mission. I don’t know all the details, but I do know that a lot of traditional Agency responsibilities have been taken from us and transferred to the military.”
    “Why?”
    “We’ve been in Afghanistan for over a decade now. Iraq for nearly that long. Plus other places that don’t make it into the news quite so much. A decade of global war means a lot of prominence for the military. They get what they want, and they want a lot.”
    “What about a former ISA operator, last name Larison? And a current ISA guy, last name Treven?”
    “The names don’t mean anything to me, but I can look. And I’ll keep my ear to the ground for anything on what Horton might want with you.”
    Coming from Kanezaki, that might actually mean something. “I appreciate it.”
    “Do the same for me. I’d like to know what he’s up to. You’re not easy to find, so he must be motivated.”
    I sensed a hint of professional jealousy in the comment. I couldn’t blame him for not wanting to share his assets. Or his former assets. And as a return favor, it wasn’t much. I told him I’d keep him posted and clicked off.
    The third call was to Dox. “It’s me,” I said, when he’d picked up.
    “‘Me’? Who’s ‘me’?” he said in his thick southern drawl.
    We’d been through this before. “You know who ‘me’ is.”
    He laughed, obviously pleased. “I know, I know, just trying to see—”
    “If you can get me to say my name on the phone, I know. You’re going to have to try harder than that.”
    “Oh, I don’t know. You’re getting older. I’ll get you sooner or later. How’ve you been, man? Goddamn if it’s not good to hear your voice, even with no name behind it.”
    I briefed him on what was going on, and I could imagine him grinning on the other end.
    “Sounds like someone’s going to get a mighty special going-away party,” he said.
    “Yeah, and they want us to cater.”
    “Well, I’m usually amenable to preparing some tasty victuals, if the per diem’s right. But what about you? I thought you were out of the catering business.”
    “I’m just going to listen to a proposal.”
    He laughed. “Whatever you say, partner.”
    Dox was perfectly comfortable employing his deadly talents and could never understand my ambivalence. I said, “I’ll let you know what I learn.”
    “Let me know? You’re fixing to go out there alone?”
    “Look, there’s no sense—”
    “I’ll tell you about sense. There’s no sense in leaving your dick flapping in the breeze while you walk into God knows what. I’ll meet you there and cover your back. And don’t tell me you don’t need it. You say that every time, and plenty of times you’ve been wrong.”
    He was right, of course. He was as reliable a man as I’d ever known, and had once even walked away from a five-million-dollar payday to save my life. I just don’t like to have to rely on anyone.
    But under the circumstances, the reflex felt like stupidity, like denial. “All right,” I said. “They’re paying me just for the face-to-face. I’ll split it with you.”
    “Fair enough. What about your particulars? Secure site?”
    Where possible, and especially with travel or other details that could be used to fix me in time or place, I prefer to communicate via an encrypted Internet site. Lately I’d begun carrying a Fire Vault and Tor equipped iPad—small, convenient, and a lot more secure than dedicated machines in Internet cafes, which are often compromised. “You know me,” I said.
    “Yeah, I do, and I’ve learned to see some of the wisdom behind what lesser men would call your paranoia.”
    I told him I’d post something within eighteen hours, then clicked off and strolled over to an Internet kiosk. There were plenty of seats available on all four daily JAL flights to Honolulu. Not the most direct route possible, but no sense in being obvious. I’d buy the ticket at Narita the next day, and likewise would take care of the L.A. leg once I landed. And I’d fly business, not first. Creating a larger data set for them to sift through wouldn’t indefinitely prevent them from zeroing in on the legend