Covert Warriors (Presidential Agent 7) - Page 102

“I was about to say, sir, that SAC Johnson has determined that the average time for delivery of a letter deposited in a post office to be delivered to a post office box in the same building is a minimum of six hours, and may take as long as twenty-four.”

“You’re telling me it takes our postal service at least six hours to move a letter from the in slot to a box?”

“Yes, sir. And that’s presuming the letter would be placed in a mail drop slot in the post office building itself. If it were placed—as it very likely would be—in one of the drive-past post boxes outside the post office, that could add as much as two hours to that time. Mail is collected from the outside boxes every two hours from eight A.M. to midnight. It is collected only once from there from midnight until eight A.M.

“And of course if a letter were deposited in a mailbox not immediately outside the main post office, that time would be further increased, as th

e mail is picked up from there usually only twice a day. And if it were mailed in Ciudad Juárez—right across the border from El Paso—that would add at least another twenty-fours to the time. And if it were mailed in, say, in San Antonio, it—”

“I get the picture, Schmidt,” the President said, cutting him off. “There is a very unlikely possibility—on the order of a miracle—that if our Mexican friends went to the main post office in El Paso yesterday, their reply could be in our box right now. If that isn’t the case, we have no idea when we’ll hear from them.”

“If a letter had been deposited in Post Office Box 2333, Mr. President, we’d know about it. SAC Johnson has agents all over that post office,” FBI Director Schmidt announced, more than a little proudly.

“Not only are there surveillance cameras inside and outside the building,” Schmidt went on, “but agents, male and female, are constantly rotated through the lobby. Additionally, there are agents in the working area of the post office physically checking each piece of mail as it is dropped in a slot. Other agents go through mail coming into the post office from all sources.”

Then Schmidt suddenly got carried away with his recitation of SAC Johnson’s accomplishments: “Mr. President, the FBI has got that post office covered like flies on horseshit.”

President Clendennen did not seem very impressed.

He said: “So what happens if somebody drops a letter addressed to box . . . whatever . . .”

“Box 2333, Mr. President,” Schmidt furnished.

“. . . and an agent sees him do it? Or someone comes into the post office and goes looking in Box 2333? What then?”

“In the first case, Mr. President, two things will happen. The envelope will be opened, and the contents photocopied, sent to the FBI’s San Antonio office, and immediately forwarded to the J. Edgar Hoover Building, where agents are standing by to bring it here. Meanwhile, the letter dropper will be surveilled to see where he goes. Same surveillance will be placed on anyone going to Box 2333.”

“What if he heads for Mexico?” the President asked.

“He will be arrested if he tries that, Mr. President.”

“No,” President Clendennen said. “He will not be arrested.”

“Sir?”

“And you tell your SAC that if this happens, and the person being surveilled even looks like he suspects he is being surveilled, your SAC will be fired. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m going to get this Colonel Ferris back,” the President said. “And this is how I’m going to do it. First step: Get on the phone right now, Schmidt, and tell your SAC what I just said—that he is not to arrest anybody without my permission, and if anyone he is surveil-ling in this situation even suspects we’re watching him, you will transfer him to Alaska.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Go do it,” the President ordered as he pointed to the door to the outer office.

“Mr. President, I can contact SAC Johnson on my cell phone; it has encryption capability.”

“Well, then take your cell phone with its encryption capability in there and call him.”

He waited until Schmidt had reached the door and then turned to Secretary of State Natalie Cohen.

“Has Ambassador McCann proved to be as capable as I thought he would be, Madam Secretary? More important, how close has he managed to get to President Martinez?”

“Ambassador McCann is both highly capable, Mr. President, and has already established a good relationship with President Martinez.”

“I want you to get on the horn to McCann, Madam Secretary, and tell him to see Martinez right now, and get him to send me a letter.”

“Sir?”

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