Excerpt
PROLOGUE LANGLEY, VIRGINIA. A windowless cube the size of a small city. Outside, it looks like any other federal building — clean landscaping, forgettable architecture, a few cars in the parking lot. Inside? Inside, it’s something else. No signs. No desks. No clocks. You don’t know what floor you’re on, and that’s by design. You take a badge to get in, then another badge to get anywhere else. The walls have ears, but not mouths. Nobody talks more than they have to — and even then, not to you. This is not just a spy agency. This is the United States’ most powerful, least accountable, most mythologized institution. Its budget is classified. Its personnel are classified. Its missions? You...