Chapter 7
The Chateau.
“Please have a seat, Madam Speaker,” Hale said.
Susan Arnold, standing in the kitchen, dropped her wineglass.
“Damn it,” she said.
“I’ll have two more bottles sent in.”
“Why did you kidnap me?”
“Your node,” Hale answered.
“What?”
She rubbed one of her pant legs, the other leg bounced up and down. Hale observed her body language.
“Your NSA contacts are using Marina, Mainway, BullRun and other programs to analyze big data, the metadata in particular, of your political opponents. Not as egregious as the Brennan Clapper Lynch operation from years ago, but still illegal.”
“That’s more Fox News bullshit.”
“Not quite. I’ve seen the data. Analysis of your node is quite a storybook.”
“My node?”
“Your node, Madam Speaker. When one extracts your node out of the we
