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everyone in America. As was their beautiful twenty-three-year-old only child, Deborah who had never left home because she was retarded, suffering with a mild form of Down syndrome. From a distance she could be mistaken for a Siberian athlete, or even a Russian haute couture model who had defected to the West. But up close you could see the vacancy in her eyes and in her warm but childlike smile. Haynes was a family man, highly intelligent and honorable, with a squeaky-clean past. Not once in a twenty-seven year political career, which included two terms in the Senate from Oklahoma, had there ever been so much as a hint of scandal associated with him. The media was sometimes frustrated by the lack of juice, but when he'd become President the nation had signed a collective sigh of relief: Finally we got a good one, with a family we can love and even feel a little sorry for. What made it even better was that Haynes had never capitalized on his daughter's affliction, though he could have done so for political gain. Everyone, even his enemies, respected him for this. In the next election it was expected that he would win by a landslide no matter who was put up against him.
    McGarvey passed a stack of leather bound folders around the table. "Mr. President, this is the SNIE that we prepared. I'll make my briefing short this morning, but all of the supporting data and dissenting arguments are included in the folder."
    The President held McGarvey's gaze for a long moment then looked around the table. "I want you all to be perfectly clear on one thing. A brutal act of terrorism against American citizens on American soil has been committed. We will make an appropriate response. A harsh response."
    "Damn right we will," Berndt said.
    McGarvey glanced at his copy of the SNIE open in front of him. He'd had time to briefly scan it on the way over from Langley, but his staff had come up with very little that was new in the past six hours.
    "Everyone here knows that our chief of Riyadh station, Alien Trumble, was shot to death along with his wife and children and two tourists down in Orlando yesterday afternoon. In the past fifteen hours we've been trying to make some sense of their murders, and what that act of terrorism might mean for the future." McGarvey closed his SNIE folder. "Mr. President, it's going to be very easy to jump to conclusions, possibly the wrong conclusions, so I'm going to ask everyone to keep an open mind until I'm finished here this morning. It was the same thing I told my staff last night." He could see the same look of skepticism and anger around the table as he had during his briefing last night.
    "Fair enough," the President said, nodding. "You may continue."
    "In June I asked my Riyadh station to try to open negotiations with Osama bin Laden," McGarvey said. "I did this for a number of reasons, among them the generally held belief that bin Laden was getting ready to make another strike against U.S. interests somewhere in the world, and possibly even here on our soil." The situation room was suddenly very still.
    "In my opinion I thought there also was a possibility that bin Laden might finally be tiring of his life of exile, and might want to go home to Saudi Arabia. He's in his forties now, he has three wives and more than a dozen children, plus family and friends at home. His life in Afghanistan has to be getting old. To date nothing he has done has changed anything, except that we've frozen as many of his assets as we could find, and we've put up a five million dollar bounty on his head. Step by step his movements have been restricted, and even the Afghani Taliban party is starting to get weary of his presence."
    "What were you going to offer him?" Berndt demanded. "I never saw such a proposal."
    "The operation had my approval," Murphy said softly.
    "For starters, the return of his assets, and lifting the bounty. He's said all along that one of the things he wanted was the removal of our forces from Saudi