It was still early, and the gymnasium inside the FBI's Hoover Building was almost empty.Two middle-aged people jogging on an indoor sports field track.The huge field echoed with the clang of weightlifting machines and the shouts and bangs of squash players in the distance.
The two were jogging, talking intermittently.Jack Crawford jogged with FBI Director Thunberry at his request.The two had run two miles and were panting.
"Blalock of the Bureau of Tobacco, Alcohol and Firearms seems to be suffering a lot due to Weco's defeat. He hasn't started yet, but since the defeat is on him, he understands it in his heart." The director said, "He might as well give Pastor Sun a notice." , saying that he would no longer rent his building.” The FBI always thought it was ridiculous that the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms in Washington would rent a building from Pastor Sun.
"Faraday stepped down because of Ruby Peak," the chief continued.
"I don't understand," Crawford said. He worked with Faraday in New York in the 1970s, when a mob erected a fence in front of an FBI office at Third Avenue and Sixth Street. "Faraday is a good man, and he does not set rules and regulations for engagement."
"I told him yesterday morning."
"He left without a word?" asked Crawford.
"He's doing it better for himself. It's a dire situation, Jack."
When the two ran, they had already sped up their pace slightly, their heads tilted back.Out of the corner of his eye, Crawford saw the chief assessing his condition.
"How old are you, 56?"
"Exactly."
"It's a year from the official retirement age. A lot of people retire at 48, 50, and then they can get another job. You don't want to do that. But you want to do it after Bella dies. Something to do."
Crawford ran for half a circle without speaking, and the director realized that he had slipped his tongue.
"I don't mean it lightly, Jack. Doreen said the other day—" "There's still something to do in Quantico. We're going to rationalize the Internet and make it available to every cop. You get it from the budget Already know."
"Have you ever wanted to be the chief, Jack?"
"I never felt like it was my job."
"That's not your job. You're not political material. You'll never be the chief. You'll never be an Eisenhower, or whatever." He motioned for Crawford to stop, and the two stood panting on the edge of the runway. Get angry. "But you can be one, Jack. You can take soldiers into the fire of bullets and make them like you, and that's the talent I lack. I want soldiers to fight but drive them away." Tenberry looked around hurriedly, He picked up a towel from a bench and draped it over his shoulders, as if wearing the uniform of a death sentence judge.His eyes lit up.
Some people need jabs to get hard, Crawford thought, watching Tenberry's lips move.
"Regarding the recent case of Mrs. Drumgo being killed with her baby in her arms and her Mike 10 and the drug workshop, the judicial supervision department needs a piece of meat as a sacrifice, a piece of fresh, yelling mutton; the media also Need a piece of meat. DDA has to throw them a piece of meat. ATF has to throw a piece. But on our part, they should be satisfied with throwing a chicken. Krendler thinks we just need to throw carat Give them Liz Starling and they won't have a hard time. I agree with him. ATF and DEA are to blame for planning this attack. But Starling fired the gun."
"Killed a guy who shot the police first?"
"The problem is the video, Jack. You didn't watch the video, did you? The public didn't see Evelda Drumgo shoot John Brigham, didn't see Evelda shoot Starling first. If you If you don't know what you're looking at, you don't see it. Two hundred million people saw Evelda Drumgo sitting on the ground in a protective position with their heads blown open. Ten of the two hundred million people One has the right to vote. Come on, Jack, I know you've wanted Starling to be your protégé for a while. But she's got such a big mouth, Jack, it's not going to get along with some people in the first place—"
"Krendler is a jerk."
"Listen, don't interrupt me until I'm done. Starling's career was going nowhere, and we're going to give her administrative dismissal without prejudice, and it won't be written on paper that's worse than lateness or absence— —she can still get a job. Jack, you have a strong record in the Behavioral Science Division of the FBI, and many people think you should be much higher than the Chief if you are more self-serving. I will be the first to tell you, Jack, you're retiring as Deputy Commissioner. I'll keep my word."
"You mean, if I do nothing about it?"
"It's going to be all right in the normal order of things, Jack. That's the way it is. Jack, watch me."
"What, Commissioner Thunberg?"
"I'm not asking you, I'm directing you to stay out of this. Don't miss your chance, Jack. Sometimes you have to look the other way. I just did. Listen, I know it's hard. Trust me, you I can feel the feeling."
"What do I feel? I just feel like I want to take a shower," Crawford said.
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