Page 77

Wilson squirmed. “Sir, I would rather not reveal that name until the investigation is on firmer ground.”
“You will either give me the name or you will give me your badge and your sidearm.”
Wilson saw no way out. “Leo Obrecht.”
“And this first batch of information you mentioned . . . let me take a wild guess . . . it was given to you by an anonymous source?”
“Because of the nature of our work, we receive a good number of anonymous tips.”
“Are you familiar with Swiss banking?”
“Somewhat, sir.”
Miller placed his hands on the file. “And how easy do you think it is to come by information like this?”
“I wouldn’t know, sir.”
“Lisa,” Miller said.
The head of the Bureau’s Intelligence Division said, “Extremely difficult, sir. We spend months on end trying to just find out if a person of interest has an account at an institution like this. Getting our hands on detailed account records is extremely rare.”
Miller closed the file. “Did it ever occur to you that this is disinformation?”
“It did until I was able to interview the banker.”
“Lisa,” Miller barked, “how difficult is it to get these bankers to talk about private accounts?”
“I’m unaware of it happening without an order from a Swiss court.”
“Did you have a court order?”
“No.”
“Did it ever occur to you that these were legitimate accounts?”
“Legitimate . . . how?”
“You do understand that the CIA has to move money around the world?”
“Yes.”
“And that because they’re the CIA, they need to do a lot of it in a secretive manner.”
Wilson nodded. “All the more reason we need to keep an eye on them.”
Miller shook his head. “You’re not getting this, are you.”
“Getting what, sir?”
“That you’ve fucked this thing up so bad, you’ll be lucky if you have a job by the time this is over.”
“With all due respect—”
“Shut up,” Miller barked. “Lisa, please explain to Senator Ferris’s man what’s going on.”
“It appears that a hostile foreign intelligence agency launched an operation against the CIA’s Clandestine Service. We believe that part of that operation involved sending disinformation to the FBI’s Counterintelligence Division.”
Wilson frowned. “Says who . . . the CIA? This is bullshit. Where did you get this information?”