Split Second

"No, I'm saying this is the first time that call was made and something like this happened. It's strict liability, Michelle. No excuses will avail. Bruno's political party is up in arms. Some nuts are actually saying the Service was paid off to knock Bruno out of the race."

"That's absurd."

"I know it is and you know it is, but you get enough people saying it, well, then the public starts believing it."

Michelle had perched on the edge of her seat during this exchange. Now she sat back and looked calmly at the man.

"Just so we're clear, I accept full responsibility for what happened, and none of my men should be affected. They were following orders. It was my call and I blew it."

"Good of you to say. I'll see what I can do about that." He paused and added, "I suppose you wouldn't consider resigning."

"No, Walter, I really wouldn't. And just so you know, I'm hiring an attorney."

"Of course, you are. This is America. Here any screwup can hire a lawyer and actually get money for being incompetent. You must be so proud."

Michelle suddenly had to blink back tears at this stinging rebuke, yet part of her thought she deserved it. "I'm just protecting myself, Walter, just like you would if you were in my position."

"Right. Of course." The man put his hands in his pockets and glanced toward the door in a show of dismissing her.

Michelle rose. "Can I ask one favor?"

"Certainly you can ask. Although you have unbelievable balls to do so."

"You're not the first person to notice that," she said coolly. He waited expectantly, without replying. "I want to know how the investigation is going."

"The FBI is handling all of that."

"I know, but they must be keeping the Service informed."

"They are, and that information is for Service personnel only."

"Meaning I'm not?"

"You know, Michelle, I had my doubts when the Service started actively recruiting women. I mean you spend money to train an agent, and then, poof, she gets married, has babies and retires. All that training, money, time, down the drain."

Michelle couldn't believe she was listening to this, but she remained silent.

"But when you came on board, I thought, now this gal has what it takes. You were the poster woman for the Service. The best and the brightest."

"And with it came high expectations."

"Every agent here has high expectations thrust upon them, nothing less than perfection." He paused and added, "I know that your record was spotless before this. I know that you were moving up rapidly. I know that you're a good agent, but you messed up, we lost a protectee and an agent lost his life. It's not necessarily fair but there you are. It wasn't really fair for them either." He paused again, and his eyes took on a faraway look. "You may stay with the Service in some capacity. But you'll never, ever forget what happened. It'll be with you every minute of every day for the rest of your life. And that will hurt you far worse than anything the Service could do to you. Trust me."

"You sound pretty sure about that."

"I was with Bobby Kennedy at the Ambassador Hotel. I was arookie cop in L.A. assigned to do local backup for the Secret Service when RFK came through. I just stood there and watched a man who should have gone on to be president bleed to death on the floor. Every day since then I've wondered what I could have done differently that would have prevented it from happening. It was one of the major reasons I joined the Service years later. I guess I wanted to make up for it somehow." His gaze caught hers. "I never did make up for it. And, no, you never forget."

9

With the press staking out her townhouse in suburban Virginia, Michelle checked into a hotel in D.C. She used the breathing space to snatch a quick, informative lunch with a girlfriend who happened to be an FBI agent. The Secret Service and the Bureau didn't always see eye-to-eye. Indeed, in federal law enforcement circles the Bureau was the eight-hundred-pound gorilla in relation to all the other agencies. However, Michelle liked to remind her FBI buddies that their agency had been founded with seven former Secret Service agents.

Both women were also members of WIFLE, or Women in Federal Law Enforcement. It was a support network with conventions and annual meetings, and though her male colleagues loved to rib her about it, WIFLE had been a great tool for Michelle as she confronted issues at work related to her gender. Her friend was clearly nervous about meeting with Michelle, but Michelle had helped her earn an Olympic silver medal, thereby securing a bond that almost nothing could break.