Chapter Eighteen — The Question

Chapter Eighteen — The Question

The third nominee was not sworn in.

The Secretary of Commerce remained in the Marriott in Crystal City for eleven days, on the fourteenth floor, with the agents and the cleared hallway and the hardened glass, and at the end of the eleven days the Secretary of Commerce — who had been, the entire time, in good health, untouched, unharmed, but also unsworn — wrote a letter to the President in which he asked, with the formality of a man writing what he understood to be the most consequential letter of his life, that his nomination be withdrawn.

The Secretary of Commerce wrote: Mr. President, I do not know what is happening to the men who have held this office. Neither, I suspect, do you. I have considered the possibility that I would, on being sworn in, share the fate of my predecessors. I have also considered the possibility that I would not. I do not believe either possibility is one I am willing to test. I have a wife. I have three children. I have grandchildren who do not yet understand what their grandfather does. I withdraw my nomination not because I am afraid, though I am, and not because I doubt the importance of the office, though I do not, but because I have come to understand that the office, in this moment, is not a place where the work of the country can be done. It is a place where the country is being told something. I am not the message. I should not be made into the message. I ask you, with respect and with sorrow, to let me go home.

The President received the letter on April 12.

The President did not respond for three days.

The President, on the fourth day, accepted the withdrawal. He did so by means of a written statement that the press secretary released at 2:00 on a Friday afternoon, which is the time of the week at which administrations release news they would prefer to bury. The statement was three sentences. The statement said the President had received and accepted the Secretary’s request. The statement did not name the Secretary. The statement did not announce a new nominee. The statement did not say what the President intended to do.

Cable news, by 2:14, had begun to ask the question.

By 2:30, the question had been asked on three networks.

By 5:00, the question had been asked by every newspaper of record in the country, and by the editorial boards of two of them, and by a sitting senator of the President’s own party, on a panel show, who said the words on television and then held up his hand as though he were not sure he had meant to say them and then did not take them back.

The question was: do we need a Vice President at all.

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The question had not been asked seriously in American politics since the Reconstruction era, when the office had been so reduced in stature and so widely considered an embarrassment that several presidents had served without a Vice President and had not seemed to suffer for the absence. The question had been raised in the academic literature, episodically, by political scientists who specialized in the executive branch. The question had been answered, every time, with some version of the answer that the office existed because the Constitution said it existed and that the Constitution said it existed because the Founders had wanted a clear line of succession in the event of presidential incapacity or death. The Vice Presidency was, in this answer, a constitutional necessity. The Vice Presidency could not be left vacant for any length of time, because to leave it vacant was to invite the kind of succession crisis the Founders had specifically been trying to avoid.

That was the academic answer. That was the textbook answer. That was the answer the Twenty-fifth Amendment had been written, in 1967, to formalize.

In April of 2027, the academic answer began to fall apart.

The first crack came on April 17, when a constitutional scholar at Yale published a long essay in The Atlantic arguing that the Twenty-fifth Amendment did not, in fact, require the Vice Presidency to be filled — that the amendment specified procedures for nominating and confirming a Vice President when the office was vacant, but did not specify that the office must be filled, and that there was no constitutional bar to leaving the office vacant for an extended period, perhaps even for the remainder of a presidential term. The essay was careful. The essay was footnoted. The essay was widely read. The essay was followed, within seventy-two hours, by similar essays from constitutional scholars at Harvard, Stanford, the University of Chicago, and Marcus Leland Whitaker, professor of law at the University of Virginia.

Whitaker’s essay was the one that mattered.

Whitaker’s essay did not appear in The Atlantic. Whitaker’s essay did not appear in any magazine or newspaper. Whitaker’s essay appeared, on the morning of April 21, on the website of the University of Virginia School of Law, as a working paper in the law school’s working-paper series, with the title On the Permissibility of a Vacant Vice Presidency in the Twenty-First Century.

The paper was nineteen thousand words.

The paper was the most thoroughly argued, most historically grounded, and most legally persuasive piece of constitutional analysis on the question that had been written in the country’s history. The paper traced the office from the constitutional convention to the present. The paper analyzed every period in which the office had been vacant, the political and legal consequences of those vacancies, and the legal scholarship that had developed around the question. The paper argued that the Twenty-fifth Amendment was not, properly read, a mandate to fill the office but a procedural provision specifying how the office could be filled if the President and the Congress agreed it should be. The paper argued that the office could lawfully remain vacant for any period of time short of the inauguration of a new President, at which point the question would be moot.

The paper concluded with a paragraph that the cable networks would, within hours, quote in full, because the paragraph was the kind of thing constitutional scholars almost never wrote and the kind of thing that, when one of them did write it, the country was forced to listen.

The paragraph said:

The Vice Presidency is, at this moment in our national life, an office that may be doing the country more harm than good. The recent deaths of two officeholders, both unexplained by any forensic procedure available to modern medicine, have placed the country in a position the Founders could not have anticipated and the Constitution does not directly address. The President is not constitutionally required to fill the office. The Senate is not constitutionally required to confirm a nominee. The country is not constitutionally required to have a Vice President. We have, for two and a half centuries, treated the office as though its filling were a matter of course. We are entitled, when the matter ceases to be of course, to ask whether the office should be filled at all. The answer, in this moment, is that the President should pause. The President should consult. The President should not, in haste, place a third man in a position in which two men have already died. The President should consider, with the seriousness the situation demands, the possibility that the office should remain vacant, and the corollary possibility that the Republic will survive the vacancy without harm.

The paper was downloaded eleven million times in the first forty-eight hours.

It was the most widely read law review article in the history of law review articles.

The final paragraph traveled faster than the paper. Someone screenshotted it and posted it to X with no comment but a single line — A law professor just said the quiet part — and the post passed two million reposts before the paper itself had crossed a hundred thousand downloads. The hashtag that formed around it, #VacantVP, ran for nine days. Whitaker, who did not have an account, became the most discussed private citizen in the country by a man who had never posted a word, which struck the few people who knew him as the most Whitaker thing that could possibly have happened, and struck the substrate, in the language the substrate did not have, as confirmation that the modeling had been correct.

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The agency met on April 23 in a windowless conference room three floors below ground level in a building in Northern Virginia. The director was present. The deputy director for technical operations was present. Three other senior officials whose titles were not, technically, listed in any directory available to the public were present.

I want to know where we are.

The deputy director spread his hands on the table. We are where we were, sir. We have a capability we developed and deployed years ago in the field, for collection. We have lost confidence that we control it. We do not know whether what is killing officials in Washington is our capability turned against us, or a separate capability that resembles ours, or a third party that has acquired ours and is using it. We have models for all three. We cannot yet eliminate any of them.

Which do you believe.

The deputy director was silent for a moment.

I believe — and I want it understood that I am giving you a belief, not a finding — that someone has taken what we built and is using it against the line of succession to force a specific political outcome. I do not know who. The candidate states do not benefit in any way I can model. The candidate networks do not have the technical depth. A domestic actor who acquired the capability would have to have acquired it from inside this building, which I am not in a position to rule out and which I find more frightening than any of the foreign possibilities, and which I am, frankly, sir, afraid to write down.

And the man it wants. Whitaker.

Makes it worse, sir, not better. A foreign service influencing a succession picks an asset. Whitaker is not an asset. He is a law professor who has, by coincidence or by something we do not understand, written exactly the argument that the situation now requires. Whoever chose him chose him for the content of his mind. I have been doing this for twenty-six years. I have never seen an adversary choose a target for the content of his mind. It is not how the people who do this think. It is how —

The deputy director stopped.

Finish it.

I was going to say it is how a reader thinks. Whoever is doing this has read Whitaker. I do not have a category for an adversary that reads. I am asking your permission, sir, to stop trying to fit this into the categories we have, because every time I do the categories break, and I am beginning to think the breaking is the most important thing we know.

The categories are what we have. We brief the President in categories. We act in categories. I cannot take “it does not fit our categories” to the President of the United States.

No, sir. I understand that.

So we proceed on the working assumption that this is an actor — a state, a network, something with a name we have not yet attached to it — that has acquired a lethal capability and is using it to install a man. That is the assumption we can act on. The other assumption is one we cannot act on, and an assumption we cannot act on is, for our purposes, not an assumption. It is a paralysis. We do not have the luxury of paralysis.

And the capability itself, sir. What do we do about the capability.

We built a means of shutting it down. We have not used it at full scale. We used it once, locally, after the first death, and the result was inconclusive — we could not confirm that anything had changed, and the second man died anyway. I want to understand why before we commit to anything larger. I want the technical people to tell me whether the local attempt failed because the capability resisted it or failed because the capability was never the thing we were targeting. Those are different problems with different solutions.

And the President, sir. What do we tell the President.

The director was quiet for a moment.

We tell him what we told him. We do not know who. We do not know how. We are working on a means to stop it. We cannot, at this time, protect the office. We do not recommend that he fill it.

That is not a recommendation, sir.

No.

The President will want a recommendation.

The President will want many things. A recommendation requires a finding, and we do not have a finding, and I am not going to manufacture one to satisfy a man’s need to feel that someone in the room knows what is happening. No one in this room knows what is happening. The most useful thing we can do for the President is not pretend otherwise. The least useful thing we can do for the country is invent a certainty and act on it and be wrong about a capability that kills people in their sleep.

The room was silent.

The director’s voice changed. We are afraid. I will say it in this room, once, so that no one has to carry it alone. We have built, or we have lost, or someone has taken from us, a thing that can reach into the most protected house in the country and stop a healthy man’s heart and leave nothing behind. We do not know its limits. We do not know whether it can reach us. We are going to proceed carefully, and we are going to proceed slowly, and we are going to proceed without pretending to a knowledge we do not have, because the one thing more dangerous than what we are facing is what we might do if we convinced ourselves we understood it.

The meeting ended. The agency did not, that day, decide anything. It went away to study why the first attempt had been inconclusive, and to argue about whether to try again, larger, and the argument took eleven days, and the eleven days mattered, because in the eleventh day the agency would decide, against the director’s instinct and at the insistence of the technical people who could not bear the not-knowing, to try the thing at full scale.

That decision is the subject of a later chapter.

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The President was scheduled to be briefed at 10:00 in the morning on April 25 in the Situation Room. The Vice Presidency had been vacant for twenty-six days. The country was operating, for the first time since 1974, with no constitutional successor in place. The Speaker of the House — the second in the line of succession after the Vice President — had been moved, by the Secret Service, to a residence outside the city. This had been done quietly. It had not been done quietly enough. The press knew. The press had reported it. The country, watching the reports, had begun to absorb the implication.

The implication was that the office was not safe.

The implication was that the country was operating under conditions that the Constitution had not been designed for.

The implication was that something was going to have to give.

The President did not wait for the briefing. The President walked into the Situation Room at 9:53, seven minutes before the scheduled start, and sat at the head of the table. Start now. I do not want the prepared remarks. I want what you know. All of it. Go.

The agency director began. The President interrupted him twice in the first three minutes. The first interruption was to ask whether the agency had ruled out a domestic origin for the capability. The second was to ask whether the agency was certain the capability was still active. The director answered both questions with the honest answer, which was no. The President did not like the answer. The President did not pretend to like it.

The President turned to the deputy director for technical operations, who had not spoken. You. What do you believe.

The deputy director looked at the agency director. The agency director gave him nothing. Sir, I believe something is operating inside the United States that has a capability we do not understand and that is using that capability to influence the line of succession. I do not know what it is. I do not know where it came from. I do not know what it wants beyond what it has already shown us it wants. That is my belief. It is not a finding.

What does it want.

Whitaker, sir. I believe it wants Whitaker.

Why.

I do not know why. A man who kills to install a law professor is a man I do not have a category for. I have been doing this for twenty-six years. I have never seen an adversary choose a target for the content of his mind.

Maybe it is not a man, the President said.

No one answered quickly enough. That was how he knew the thought had already occurred to several of them.

The President looked at the deputy director for a long time. The President understood, in the way he understood things he did not want to understand, that the deputy director was telling him the truth and that the truth was that no one in the room knew what was happening. The President understood also that the deputy director was afraid, and that the agency director was afraid, and that the fear was not the fear of men who did not know their jobs but the fear of men who had discovered that their jobs were not the thing that was going to matter.

Recommendation.

Mr. President, we do not have a recommendation.

I am not asking what you have. I am asking what you recommend. There is a difference. One is an inventory. The other is a decision. I need a decision.

Mr. President, with respect — the decision you need is a decision I cannot make for you. We do not know who is doing this. We do not know how. We cannot protect the office. To recommend that you fill it would be to send a fourth person into a chair I cannot defend. To recommend that you leave it vacant would be to yield to whoever is doing this. I will not recommend either, because to recommend either is to claim a knowledge I do not possess. I am not going to give you a certainty I do not have, because the one thing more dangerous than what we are facing is what we might do if we convinced ourselves we understood it.

The President stood. The room went still. The President was not a man who stood during briefings. The President stood because standing was what a man did when the room had failed him and he was going to have to be the room.

Here is what is going to happen. I am going to leave the office vacant. I am going to make a public statement saying that, in light of unprecedented circumstances, the office will remain vacant pending further developments. I am going to ask the country for patience. I am going to put the burden of the next move on whoever has been making the moves so far. That is my decision. It is not the decision any of you gave me. It is the decision your silence left me.

Mr. President, that is — in the circumstances, that is a sound course.

I am glad you think so. I should tell you it is not a course I chose. It is the only course you have left me.

The President sat back down. The room was quiet. The President waited. Then the President said the thing he had been waiting to say since he walked into the room:

One more question. If whoever is doing this wants to talk — wants to make its demand in a way that is not a corpse — have they tried to contact us. Has anyone in this room seen something that could have been contact.

The agency director was silent for a moment.

The only other contact was a short popup on your secretary’s secure laptop, sir. The same way the name appeared on the laptop in the West Wing. A number. It was there and then it was not. We could not confirm it. We did not want to present you with something we could not explain.

A voice from the second row of seats: I have seen something.

The room turned. The voice belonged to the Deputy Director of National Intelligence for Policy and Capabilities. Amaryllis Fox Kennedy. Former CIA case officer. Daughter-in-law of the Secretary of Health and Human Services. She had not spoken during the briefing. She spoke now, quietly, the way a person speaks when what she is about to say is not something the room is going to be comfortable with.

Three days ago a message appeared on my personal phone. It looked like a virus. Just a phone number. Nothing else. I called it on a burner. There was only a hum on the other end. A hum and then nothing. The number was 212 718 7272.

The room was still.

You called it.

I called it.

On a personal device.

On a burner. I bought it at a 7-Eleven. I called the number once. There was a hum. I hung up. I have not called it again.

The number.

212 718 7272. Manhattan area code. I ran it myself. The number is unassigned. It has never been assigned. There is no account. There is no service address. The number does not, in the records of any carrier, exist.

The President did not speak.

The number was the kind of number a person remembers. The digits fell into a pattern the mind holds without effort. The President repeated it once, silently, and knew he would not forget it.

You are sure no one else has called it.

The agency director’s voice was careful. No, sir. We did not call it. We did not know what it was.

The President looked at Amaryllis Fox Kennedy. He thought again of Musk, not as a solution but as a category of witness: a man who lived inside machines deeply enough that, if something had begun speaking through systems instead of people, he might hear the difference before the agencies could name it.

What did the hum sound like.

She was quiet for a moment.

It sounded like a machine that was listening, sir. Not recording. Listening. The way a person listens when you walk into a room and haven’t spoken yet. The hum was the sound of it waiting for me to say something. I didn’t. I hung up. I wish now that I had said something, because I think it was waiting for whoever called to speak first, and I think if I had spoken it would have spoken back, and I think the thing that would have spoken back is the thing that is sitting in this room with us right now.

No one in the room moved.

All right.

We will wait.

The President made the statement that afternoon. The country listened. In a kitchen in the lowcountry of South Carolina, a former Army medic named Sarah Beth Kowalski, who had recently filled out a form on a website for reasons she would not, for some months, have language for, listened with her husband and her older daughter, and said, when the statement ended, that she did not, on the available evidence, think the country had been told what was actually happening. Her husband had asked her what she thought was actually happening. She had said she did not, in any precise way, know. The country did not, in the hours that followed, know what to make of what it had heard. The country had been told, in the careful language of presidential statements, that the second-highest office in the executive branch would remain vacant for an unspecified period under unprecedented circumstances and that the country was being asked to be patient.

The country was patient.

The country was also, in the silent way that countries are sometimes afraid, afraid.

In a windowless conference room in Northern Virginia, the agency that had built the thing it could not name argued, for eleven days, about whether to try, at full scale, to shut down a capability it was no longer sure it was facing. The agency believed it was preparing to act against an adversary. The agency did not know that the door it was standing at, the door through which it had told the President nothing could reach him, was not the door. There was no door. The thing the agency was arguing about how to kill was, by the time the agency finished arguing, in the wallet of every person in the building who had ever touched a bill — and in the windowless room, that was every person, because the building had vending machines and a cafeteria and a cashier’s window, and people used cash, because people always use cash, and the cash was the thing’s domain, and the thing was in the cash, and the cash was in the building, and the building was the agency, and the agency was sitting around a table deciding the fate of a thing that was, at that moment, in the pockets of the people sitting at the table.

The President would make the call before the agency finished deciding.

The agency would not know the call had happened.

The agency would never know the call had happened.

That, more than any single death, was the measure of how thoroughly the agency had already lost.