'I feel quite certain Yves would vastly prefer not to blow the whistle on our little... modifications. After all, if I go down, he goes down, and I rather suspect-given all the people who have been killed in the meantime-that Usher and Pritchart would make sure both of us went down rather messily. So what he's got is entirely in the nature of insurance, state's evidence he can use to bargain with if someone else figures out what the two of us did, not anything he really wants to use. Which means he's not going to do anything with it unless he starts to feel threatened. Or, of course, unless something really does happen to him.'
'Which is essentially what you're thinking in terms of, no?' Nesbitt said.
'Unfortunately, yes,' Giancola said, and Nesbitt was almost certain the regret in his voice was genuine. Not enough to dissuade him for a moment, but genuine. 'But my point is that there's no need for us to hurry. We can take the time to make sure we do things right.'
'Unless something happens to him which really is an accident,' Nesbitt pointed out. 'He could get run over by a ground car, you know, or break his neck skiing. He spends enough time doing that he could even die of sheer physical exhaustion. Hell, he could get hit by lightning! In which case his letter of instruction would be opened even though we-you-genuinely hadn't had a thing to do with it.'
'Not very likely,' Giancola replied. 'I think the odds are fairly heavily in our favor in that respect. Still, you're right. It does behoove us to move expeditiously.'
'Which I could do much better if you'd tell me exactly where we're moving to.'
'Well, if Yves has gone to such lengths to be certain incriminating evidence against me will surface if something happens to him, then I think it's only fair for us to see to it that the incriminating evidence is there.'
'What?' Nesbitt didn't raise his voice. Indeed, it went flatter. But there was no amusement at all in his suddenly intent gray eyes.
'Relax, Jean-Claude. I realize it sounds bizarre, but consider this scenario. Here you are, my senior internal security officer, responsible for finding leaks anywhere in the Department. Eventually, as you and I are both painfully aware, the current unpleasantness with Manticore is going to come to an end, one way or the other. When it does, there are going to be some very hard questions asked about the discrepancies between their version of our diplomatic correspondence and our own. Original documents are going to be compared by the victors, whoever they are, and neither side is going to be particularly amused by what they find. So, all things being equal, I think it would be a very good thing if you-efficient, hard-working person that you are-were the one who discovered that the documents had been tampered with from our end.'
'I hesitate to suggest that you might be out of your ever loving mind, Mr. Secretary,' Nesbitt said. 'On the other hand, the possibility does present itself to my keen intellect.'
'Don't worry, I'm not.' Giancola leaned forward in his comfortable chair, his expression suddenly very intent. 'The problem is that the documents were tampered with from our end. With access to both sets of originals, it wouldn't take Usher very long at all to prove that, and I'm confident the Manties could do it even more quickly. So our best defense is to make the discovery ourselves and be properly horrified to learn that my trusted colleague of many years, Yves Grosclaude, was responsible for the manipulation which led to the current, horrible bloodshed.'
'And just how did he accomplish that?' Nesbitt asked in a fascinated tone.
'Why, by way of one of those StateSec backdoors you were just telling me about. After all, he was associated with the old Foreign Ministry's internal security services. Apparently, he was closer to StateSec than we ever suspected, and he used one of the old StateSec access programs to hack into my secure database and acquire copies of my personal and official encryption keys. That's how he was able to forge doctored versions of the correspondence and pass them off as genuine to the Manties.'
'And the alterations in the Manties' notes?'
'He did that the way it was actually done,' Giancola said with a smile. 'He stole the Manticoran Foreign Office's encryption key from my secure database, as well.'
'He did what?' Nesbitt asked very carefully.
'So, StateSec did manage to bury one or two skeletons in Nouveau Paris without your knowing about it, did they?' Giancola chuckled. 'You know InSec and StateSec-all of the old r‚gime's intelligence services, really, except possibly NavInt-were always more focused on political espionage than military intelligence. I think that's one reason Saint-Just was always so ready to embrace political operations, like that attempt to assassinate Elizabeth and Benjamin. And why, frankly, StateSec did such a piss-poor job on military intelligence all the way through the last war. They weren't very good at it because their institutional mindset just didn't work that way. But they were quite good at political and diplomatic espionage. I found some fascinating things in the Foreign Ministry archives when they were handed over to State after the Constitutional Convention. Including a few notes which suggest that Queen Elizabeth's father's grav-skiing 'accident' wasn't quite as accidental as everyone thought it was. Which, coupled with what happened in Yeltsin, might just help explain why she hates us with such outstanding virulence.
'At any rate, among StateSec's accomplishments was the corruption of one of Foreign Secretary Descroix's senior staffers. Someone senior enough, in fact, to have physical access to her official files.'
'My God,' Nesbitt said, finally startled out of his normal air of amused cynicism, 'they actually stole Descroix's encryption key?'
'Not her personal key, no, but her departmental key. Which is another of the reasons I'm fairly confident the Manties would quickly figure out who did what if they got a chance to compare the raw originals. I'm going to be dreadfully embarrassed when I realize no one here in State realized we never saw Descroix's personal key on any of the correspondence. Of course, there was no reason why we should have felt unduly suspicious, since all of it had the official Manticoran Foreign Office codes, but still-'
He shrugged self-deprecatingly.
'So,' Nesbitt sat back in his chair once more, drawing his normal persona back about himself, 'Grosclaude stole both sets of keys from your database?'
'Exactly. It's going to be up to you to actually set up the access he would have used. On the other hand, you're also the efficient and dedicated security agent who will discover the security breach, so be sure you set it up in a way that makes discovering it plausible.'
'I can do that,' Nesbitt said thoughtfully. 'It'll take some time, though. Especially to establish that all of this happened months ago.'
'I assumed it would.' Giancola nodded. 'That's why I'm so pleased by the realization that Yves isn't going to be in any hurry to start blowing whistles. We've got some time to work with. But just to be on the safe side, we should probably deal with his insurance file first.'
'Yes, tell me what you've got in mind for that, if you don't want me to simply make it go away.'
'Two things,' Giancola said. 'First, we need a substitute letter of instruction to his attorney. One which has nothing at all to do with the contents of that particular file. Can you do that?'
'No problem,' Nesbitt said, after a few seconds' thought. 'He used a standard self-generated legal e-form for it. Probably didn't trust attorney-client privilege to hold if his lawyer knew what he had in mind ahead of time. Since no flesh-and-blood knows what should be in it, no one's going to ask any questions if I alter its content.'
'Good. Go ahead and get that done immediately. And once we've defused that particular landmine, we need you to go into his existing file and make some judicious alterations. I don't want you to get rid of it entirely. I don't even want you to make it incriminate someone else. Instead, I want you to turn it into a forgery.'
'Forgery?'
'Yes. It's going to have to be carefully done, but I want that file to prove Yves planned on setting me up as the fall guy for his manipulation of the notes. I want it to be good, but I want there to be a provable flaw in it, something a good security type like yourself can spot.'
'You're figuring that if the fellow who really did it all also manufactured evidence that you were responsible for it, it will demonstrate that, in fact, you didn't have a thing to do with it,' Nesbitt said slowly, gray eyes beginning to gleam.
'Exactly. The only way to 'prove' I didn't do it is to provide someone else who obviously did. And if the someone else who did it also manufactured evidence to implicate me in order to divert suspicion from himself, he obviously wouldn't have tried to divert it to someone who was really his accomplice and might have evidence of his own to prove his guilt as part of a deal with prosecutors.'
'Neat,' Nesbitt said after several moments of consideration. 'Complicated. And I can see a half-dozen places
