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Of course not,” I’d said. S. S. domestic cases, as well as with the foreign country’s laws, was like sending a one-legged man to compete in an ass-kicking contest. Adhering to ethics is vital in intelligence gathering, because it constantly reminds you that your opponents can operate without any. ” David had said with a sigh. It was a rhetorical question. We both knew the State Department would be knocking on David’s door once some country started whining that I had bent the rules. “David, there haven’t been any complaints,” I’d protested.
Most of the time we outsmart them and beat them at their own game. S. Treasury intelligence agency that searches for assets within the United States. But they do their job from behind a computer monitor, while we go out to the streets of Geneva, Liechtenstein, the Cayman Islands, and all the other locations favored by the money launderers of the world. I like my job. S. behind me. That is, provided I conduct myself as a straight arrow. This only gets tricky when dealing with what I’ll call cultural differences.
We had just met for the first time, but I knew who I was dealing with. Right there in his hospital bed, he might have seemed older than his years, and he might have seemed humble. Albert C. Ward III was humble; he wouldn’t confront or cross you on anything, unless you were an investor or a banker sitting on some money, while he was thirsty for cash. The problem was that he was always thirsty. To quench that thirst, Ward would become a human chameleon and change from nobody to somebody in a heartbeat—a sneaky little devil, who’d siphon money from banks and walk silently away while the banks collapsed into the receiving hands of federal regulators for being under-capitalized, while investors lamented the loss of their uninsured savings, and while American taxpayers picked up most of the bill.