CHAPTER THIRTY
Reid entered the elevator alone on the first floor at Langley. He swiped his ID badge and pressed the down arrow to access the subterranean levels of the George Bush Center for Intelligence.
He couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation he had had with President Pierson. He’d recounted it entirely several times in his head, each time fortifying his belief that the president was trying to bribe Reid to his side. Pierson was, after all, a businessman before he was a politician, and such men tended to believe that anyone could be bought.
Reid chided himself for not considering it earlier. He had been so fixated with who among his superiors in the CIA might be involved in the plot that he hadn’t stopped long enough to consider that there must be others—military leaders and
