House Divided: A Joe DeMarco Thriller (Joe DeMarco Thrillers)
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When the NSA was caught wiretapping U.S. citizens without warrants, a scandal erupted and the program came to a screeching halt. But the man who spearheaded the most sophisticated eavesdropping operation in history wasn’t about to sit by while his country sleepwalked into another 9/11. Instead, he moved the program into the shadows. So when the NSA records a rogue military group murdering two American civilians, they can’t exactly walk over to the Pentagon and demand to know what’s going on. That doesn’t mean their hands are tied, however. As the largest intelligence service in the country, both in money and manpower, they have plenty of options— mostly illegitimate.
DeMarco learns all too well just what the NSA is capable of, but he doesn’t like being used, so he fights back. House Divided is inspired and compelling, a strong addition to this celebrated series.
find out everything there is to know about Mr. Russo himself. All I know at this point is that he was a nurse.” “A nurse? Why would someone want to kill a nurse?” “Wrong question, Dillon. The question is: Why would someone who has access to encrypted radios and possibly military personnel, and who is able to make the FBI take away a case from the local fuzz in the middle of the night, want to kill a nurse?” “I stand corrected, my dear. Keep me apprised.” DeMarco called his mother in Queens
he may have been shot because of that. There are some pretty violent people in the world of drug trafficking.” DeMarco felt like telling Hopper the same thing he’d told Detective Glazer, that the Paul Russo he had known hadn’t seemed like the drug-dealing type. But the fact was, he didn’t really know anything about Paul’s circumstances in the last three or four years. So all he said was, “Do you have any proof Paul was doing anything illegal?” “No, it’s just a hunch based on the time he was
He was stationed at Fort Myer. The Third Infantry Regiment.” “The Old Guard? The Tomb of the Unknowns?” “Right.” The soldiers who guarded the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier were, in Claire’s opinion, just plain weird. Claire understood the value of pageantry and patriotic symbolism but had to wonder what normal young man would volunteer for an assignment where he had to march like a robot in front of a grave. And becoming a tomb guard was no easy matter. They didn’t take just anybody. The men
very unlike Dillon not to have thought things completely through. Then another thought occurred to her: maybe Dillon did have an endgame and he just wasn’t telling her what it was. What in the hell was he supposed to do with this thing? DeMarco wondered, looking down at the small recorder resting in the palm of his hand. He knew it was his imagination, but the damn recorder actually felt hot, like it was going to burn right through his flesh. He was only sure of two things—neither of which he
Cadillac. “How do you know about the reporter?” Hopper said. “Traffic cameras,” DeMarco said. “I asked that cop, Glazer, to look at them.” He’s lying. That was Cadillac speaking. “You’re lying,” Hopper said. “I also know General Breed was Paul’s last patient,” DeMarco said. “Yeah, you already told me that. How’d you find out about Breed?” “I found out because I know how to get information out of people. I also know one of the last people to see Breed before he died was Charles Bradford.”