The New Confessions of an Economic Hit Man, 2nd Edition

CHAPTER 36Ecuador Rebels

I kept thinking about the possibility that I’d been poisoned, as I recuperated from that operation.

I didn’t want to believe that the NSA or CIA had tried to kill me — the implications were just too terrifying. I tried to convince myself, instead, that the government was smart enough to assume that my untimely death would sell lots of books — the last thing they wanted. If I’d been poisoned, I told myself, the “journalist” who took me to lunch had done it as a personal vendetta; he felt similarly to the people who wrote e-mails accusing me of being a traitor. In any case, I knew from the e-mails that I’d done things that ...