and would be suspect of the NASA discovery if the news came from in-house. As Herney had promised, Rachel Sexton's endorsement had squelched suspicions, prevented any skeptical in-house debate, and forced the White House staff to move forward with a unified front. Invaluable, Tench had to admit. And yet now Rachel Sexton had changed her tune.
The bitch called me on an unsecured line.
Rachel Sexton was obviously intent on destroying the credibility of this discovery, and Tench's only solace was knowing the President had captured Rachel's earlier briefing on videotape. Thank God. At least Herney had thought to obtain that small insurance. Tench was starting to fear they were going to need it.
At the moment, however, Tench was trying to stem the bleeding in other ways. Rachel Sexton was a smart woman, and if she truly intended to go head-to-head with the White House and NASA, she would need to recruit some powerful allies. Her first logical choice would be William Pickering. Tench already knew how Pickering felt about NASA. She needed to get to Pickering before Rachel did.
"Ms. Tench?" the transparent voice on the line said. "William Pickering, here. To what do I owe this honor?"
Tench could hear the television in the background-NASA commentary. She could already sense in his tone that he was still reeling from the press conference. "Do you have a minute, director?"
"I expected you'd be busy celebrating. Quite a night for you. Looks like NASA and the President are back in the fight."
Tench heard stark amazement in his voice, combined with a tinge of acrimony-the latter no doubt on account of the man's legendary distaste for hearing breaking news at the same time as the rest of the world.
"I apologize," Tench said, trying to build an immediate bridge, "that the White House and NASA were forced to keep you unapprised."
"You are aware," Pickering said, "that the NRO detected NASA activity up there a couple weeks ago and ran an inquiry."
Tench frowned. He's pissed. "Yes, I know. And yet-"
"NASA told us it was nothing. They said they were running some kind of extreme environment training exercises. Testing equipment, that sort of thing." Pickering paused. "We bought the lie."
"Let's not call it a lie," Tench said. "More of a necessary misdirection. Considering the magnitude of the discovery, I trust you understand NASA's need to keep this quiet."
"From the public, perhaps."
Pouting was not in the repertoire of men like William Pickering, and Tench sensed this was as close as he would get. "I only have a minute," Tench said, working to retain her dominant position, "but I thought I should call and warn you."
"Warn me?" Pickering waxed wry momentarily. "Has Zach Herney decided to appoint a new, NASA-friendly NRO director?"
"Of course not. The President understands your criticisms of NASA are simply issues of security, and he is working to plug those holes. I'm actually calling about one of your employees." She paused. "Rachel Sexton. Have you heard from her this evening?"
"No. I sent her to the White House this morning at the President's request. You've obviously kept her busy. She has yet to check in."
Tench was relieved to have gotten to Pickering first. She took a drag on her cigarette and spoke as calmly as possible. "I suspect you may be getting a call from Ms. Sexton sometime soon."
"Good. I've been expecting one. I've got to tell you, when the President's press conference began, I was concerned Zach Herney might have convinced Ms. Sexton to participate publicly. I'm pleased to see he resisted."
"Zach Herney is a decent person," Tench said, "which is more than I can say for Rachel Sexton."
There was a long pause on the line. "I hope I misunderstood that."
Tench sighed heavily. "No, sir, I'm afraid you did not. I'd prefer not to talk specifics on the phone, but Rachel Sexton, it seems, has decided she wants to undermine the credibility of this NASA announcement. I have no idea why, but after she reviewed and endorsed NASA's data earlier this afternoon, she has suddenly pulled an about-face and is spouting some of the most improbable allegations imaginable of NASA treachery and fraud."
Pickering sounded intense now. "Excuse me?"
"Troubling, yes. I hate to be the one to tell you this, but Ms. Sexton contacted me two minutes before the press conference and warned me to cancel the whole thing."
"On what grounds?"
"Absurd ones, frankly. She said she'd found serious flaws in the data."
Pickering's long silence was more wary than Tench would have liked. "Flaws?" he finally said.
"Ridiculous, really, after two