CHAPTER TEN
Reid entered the George Bush Center for Intelligence, the headquarters of the CIA in the unincorporated community of Langley, Virginia, and stood for a moment on the marble floor. Beneath his feet was a large circular emblem, a shield and eagle in gray and white, surrounded by the words “Central Intelligence Agency, United States of America.”
No specific memory manifested, but he had an acute feeling of familiarity. He had been here many times before. His feet seemed to know precisely where to go of their own volition, even if his brain hadn’t the foggiest idea.
He didn’t even need the comfortable, well-acquainted sensation to know he’d been here. When he pulled up to the gate, the security officer took one look at him, nodded, and granted him access. No badge, no identifica
