Against the reflecting pool

The shadow behind the tree spoke first. "Woodstein said you'd be here."

Aaron looked to both sides, his face a tight cauldron. "Gimme what you got on the man."

He backed up against the granite behind the Reflecting Pool. Aaron could hear his breathing, nothing even about it. "You have to follow the money trail. Look what C.R.E.E.P. paid out. It'll lead you to Liddy, no doubt about it."

What the hell was he talking about? "I'm not following a money trail. That's what bank networks are for. You got a good hacker on your staff can do it? He just needs to hack into C.R.E.E.P.'s bank account."

The man laughed a cutting, dry laugh. "You think I give a damn how you get the information? Do your own job, Aardvark."

Thirty minutes later, Aaron had it -- all it needed was a Facebook hacker. John Mitchell, Nixon's attorney general, he paid Liddy and his thugs to raid the Watergate offices. Thirty minutes to solve the Watergate crisis. Took Bernstein and Woodward three years.