The Cabal

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From Publishers WeeklyHagberg's hard-hitting 14th Kirk McGarvey thriller picks up several plot threads from The Expediter, the previous book featuring the former CIA director. When Kirk's son-in-law, CIA agent Todd Van Buren, meets his college friend and Washington Post reporter, Josh Givens, at a D.C. restaurant, Josh tells Todd he's investigating a secret shadow government called the Friday Club, whose members span the breadth of Washington's political and military elite. That same day, two assassins shoot Todd to death in his car on a highway south of Fredericksburg, Md. Hours later, they murder Josh and his wife and son in Josh's Washington townhouse. An enraged Kirk is determined to bring the killers and their masters to justice, but further deaths don't make his mission a Published by Forge Books on 2011/06/28






    The Capsule Last Come the Children



    Without Honor* Countdown*


    Critical Mass* Desert Fire High Flight* Assassin*

White House*

    Joshua’s Hammer* Eden’s Gate

    The Kill Zone* By Dawn’s Early Light Soldier of God* Allah’s Scorpion* Dance with the Dragon* The Expediter*Burned





    * Kirk McGarvey adventures




    A TOM DOHERTY ASSOCIATES BOOKNEW YORK Table of Contents Title Copyright Dedication Prologue Part One Six Months Later

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Chapter Ten

    Chapter Eleven

    Chapter Twelve

    Chapter Thirteen

    Chapter Fourteen

    Chapter Fifteen

    Chapter Sixteen

    Chapter Seventeen

    Chapter Eighteen

    Chapter Nineteen

    Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

    Chapter Twenty-Two

    Chapter Twenty-Three

    Chapter Twenty-Four

    Chapter Twenty-Five

    Chapter Twenty-Six

    Chapter Twenty-Seven

    Chapter Twenty-Eight

    Chapter Twenty-Nine

    Chapter Thirty

    Part Two The Following Days

    Chapter Thirty-One

    Chapter Thirty-Two

    Chapter Thirty-Three

    Chapter Thirty-Four

    Chapter Thirty-Five

    Chapter Thirty-Six

    Chapter Thirty-Seven

    Chapter Thirty-Eight

    Chapter Thirty-Nine

    Chapter Forty

    Chapter Forty-One

    Chapter Forty-Two

    Chapter Forty-Three

    Chapter Forty-Four

    Chapter Forty-Five

    Chapter Forty-Six

    Chapter Forty-Seven

    Chapter Forty-Eight

    Chapter Forty-Nine

    Chapter Fifty

    Chapter Fifty-One

    Chapter Fifty-Two

    Part Three The Next Day

    Chapter Fifty-Three

Chapter Fifty-Four

    Chapter Fifty-Five

    Chapter Fifty-Six

    Chapter Fifty-Seven

    Chapter Fifty-Eight

    Chapter Fifty-Nine

    Chapter Sixty

    Chapter Sixty-One

    Part Four That Night

    Chapter Sixty-Two

    Chapter Sixty-Three

    Chapter Sixty-Four

    Chapter Sixty-Five

    Chapter Sixty-Six

    Chapter Sixty-Seven

    Chapter Sixty-Eight

    Chapter Sixty-Nine

    Chapter Seventy

    Chapter Seventy-One

    Chapter Seventy-Two

    Chapter Seventy-Three

    Chapter Seventy-Four

    Chapter Seventy-Five

    Chapter Seventy-Six

    Part Five Thirty-six Hours Later

    Chapter Seventy-Seven







This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations,

    and events portrayed in this novel are either products ofthe author’s imagination or are used



    Copyright ? 2010 by David Hagberg

    All rights reserved.

    A Forge Book Published by Tom Doherty Associates, LLC

    175 Fifth AvenueNew York, NY 10010


    Forge ? is a registered trademark of Tom Doherty Associates, LLC.

    ISBN 978-0-7653-2020-9

    First Edition: July 2010

    Printed in the United States of America


This book is for Lorrel.

    At the end of days in the Roman Empire, foreign influences and lobbyists took

    practical control of the government, leaving the senators to do little more than

    snipe at each other, much like Washington today.





    It was well past midnight when the cab dropped Kirk McGarvey off in front of the Hay-AdamsHotel across Lafayette Square from the White House, and one of the doormen met him. “Goodevening, sir.”

    McGarvey, the former director of the CIA, hesitated. He was dead tired. It seemed like monthssince he’d slept last; now in his early fifties, he didn’t bounce back as quickly as he usedto. Yet his mind was alive with a thousand separate possibilities and desperate situations.

    He was tall, with the build and moves of a rugby player. His hair was thick, brown but grayingat the sides, and he had a wide honest face that his wife, Kathleen, had always foundattractive, and deep eyes that, depending on his mood, were either green when he was at peacewith the world, or gray when he was in the field and operating at top speed. He had donethings, and seen things, that most people couldn’t know or understand. He had killed people.

    And he was just coming off an assignment in which even more people had died at his hands, whichhe felt would never come clean no matter how often he scrubbed them. For a long time now he hadwanted it to end. He had come out of the field into an uneasy retirement that never lasted formore than a few months at a stretch, and he was getting tired of the game.

    So far the FBI had been unable to find the forty kilos of polonium-210 that had been smuggledacross the border from Mexico. The news that the situation had been arranged by a high-rankingChinese intelligence officer was never made public, but the fact that the highly radioactivepoison hadn’t shown up anywhere had the White House puzzled. Perhaps it had never existed inthe first place.

    And over the past days another Chinese situation had come up when one of their high-rankingofficers had been assassinated in North Korea. A nuclear war had very nearly been touched off,until the blame was traced to a former Russian KGB officer by the name of Alexander Turov,living in Tokyo, with a connection to Howard McCann, who, until Mac’s son-in-law, Todd VanBuren, shot him to death, had been financing the Russian.

    The problem was that no one knew where McCann, the CIA’s deputy director of operations, hadgotten the money to finance the polonium or the assassinations.

    But McGarvey had a start, provided to him by Turov’s laptop courtesy of Otto Rencke, theCompany’s resident wizard. Two names, one of them McCann’s. McGarvey had not brought them upduring his meeting at the White House with the president. He’d wanted to give the CIA a headstart before the administration got all over it.

    “I have to take a walk, first,” he told the doorman.

    “It may not be safe at this time of the evening, sir.”

    “That’s okay, he knows how to take care of himself,” Mac’s wife, Kathleen, said, coming outof the lobby. She linked her arm with her husband’s and they headed down the driveway andcrossed the street to the park, the White House lit up like a jewel.

    “Is it over, Kirk?” she asked.

    “The dangerous parts.”

    “No war?”

    “No war,” McGarvey said.

They stopped under a light and she studied his broad, honest face. “But there’s more, isn’t


“There’s always more, sweetheart,” McGarvey told her.


Six Months Later

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