The Spy Next Door: The Extraordinary Secret Life of Robert Philip Hanssen, the Most Damaging FBI Agent in U.S. History [NOOK Book]


Two veteran "Time" magazine reporters present the shocking, fascinating account of one of the greatest espionage scandals of our time--the story of Robert Hanssen, one of the most mysterious traitors in American history. of photos.
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Two veteran "Time" magazine reporters present the shocking, fascinating account of one of the greatest espionage scandals of our time--the story of Robert Hanssen, one of the most mysterious traitors in American history. of photos.
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Robert Hanssen was probably the most damaging traitor in American history. Until apprehended last February, this high-ranking FBI official passed thousands of documents, including top-secret codes and the names of our own secret agents, to his Russian spymasters. But even after this tight-jawed midwesterner was been tried, convicted, and sentenced, his colleagues and friends still found it difficult to believe that this outspoken patriot and deeply religious man would betray his country for money. Time Washington Bureau correspondents Shannon and Blackman present the story of Hanssen's 15 treasonous years as the exciting real-life spy thriller it is.
Allen Weinstein
Detailed and meticulous...a thorough account of the Hanssen story...
The Washington Post Book World
Jim Bohannon
An absolutely fascinating read!
David W. Marston
...a highly readable account that strips away Good Bob's straight-arrow facade, to reveal a Bad Bob who betrayed his country on an unprecedented scale.
The Baltimore Sun
Library Journal
The focus of this intriguing story is Robert Hanssen, an unassuming man here labeled "the most damaging FBI agent in U.S. history." Pretending to be a religious family man who hated communism, Hanssen used his top-secret clearance to gain information on the activities of FBI agents and double agents in Moscow secrets he leaked to the Soviets over the years for a total of $470,000. His betrayal is linked to the execution of at least three U.S. spies. Only a plea bargain saved him from a death sentence. Drawing on information gathered from more than 150 interviews with Hanssen's friends, neighbors, colleagues, lawyers, professors, classmates, roommates, psychiatrists, and priests, Time reporters Shannon and Blackman provide an in-depth analysis of a hypocritical man consumed with possessing power over others. Vise's The Bureau and the Mole provides greater context for Hanssen's eventual downfall. Recommended for criminal justice collections and large public libraries. Tim Delaney, Canisius Coll., Buffalo Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780316055598
  • Publisher: Little, Brown & Company
  • Publication date: 12/14/2008
  • Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 687,255
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The Spy Next Door

By Elaine Shannon and Ann Blackman

Little, Brown

Copyright © 2002 Elaine Shannon and Ann Blackman
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-316-71821-1

Chapter One


Bob Hanssen started the morning of February 18, 2001, much like any other Sunday. His wife, Bonnie, had fixed scrambled eggs to serve with glazed Dunkin' Donuts, Bob's favorite. With the two youngest of their six children, the family had piled into their aging beige Volkswagen van in time to join other worshipers for the 10:30 mass at St. Catherine of Siena Catholic Church in Great Falls, Virginia. The Hanssens were serious about their faith. Instead of attending services at their local parish, they made the weekly eight-mile trip because St. Catherine's was the only church in the Arlington diocese that still held a Latin mass. Their son Mark had been an altar boy there for several years.

Arriving just in time, the Hanssens took their usual seats in the third-row pew, directly in front of the large wooden statue of the Blessed Mother, Our Lady of Sorrows. Before sitting down, each genuflected, then knelt in prayer. Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia, father of nine, was sitting a few rows back and to the left. FBI Director Louis Freeh, father of six, also a member of the parish, had been to an earlier mass.

As the thunderous sound of the Rodgers electric organ signaled the start of the Mass, voices of the choir rose in unison singing "Lord of All Nations, Give Me Grace." The Reverend Franklyn Martin McAfee followed the processional to the altar, the creases of his ornate green chasuble glittering in the reflected light of candles being carried by the altar boys. Shaking a silver canister back and forth, McAfee waved nonallergenic incense (it was lily-of-the-valley that week, other times rose or geranium) over the altar. Then, turning to address the parishioners, he chanted in his familiar baritone: "In nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti." In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. His listeners joined in the ritual by responding: "Dominus vobiscum." The Lord be with you.

Most of those who attend St. Catherine's live in the Virginia suburbs, just outside of Washington, D.C. Some church members are very affluent, arriving for mass by limousine. The church population is largely white and traditional. Many have Ivy League educations and are influential in government and industry. On an average Sunday, the St. Catherine's church collection plate brings in about $15,000, and donations to the poor box, which are distributed to various charities, add a bit more. Church members are requested to put their weekly donation in envelopes marked with each family's name and address so the church can keep track of its roster. It is church policy that members from outside the parish, like the Hanssens, always list their particulars, and they are frequently reminded about it. Yet the Hanssens rarely used the envelopes. Church officials said that the family contributed some money to the parish, but not much. And when he did offer something, Bob Hanssen seemed to prefer cash with no indication as to the donor. Since the highest form of charity may be that of the anonymous donor, Hanssen may have considered this a high-minded gesture.

At the end of the ninety-minute mass on this Sunday, Father McAfee rose from his chair, adjusted his black biretta on his thick white mane, and led his church members in prayer: "O prince of the heavenly hosts, by the power of God, cast into hell Satan and all the evil spirits who wander about the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen."

"Amen," sang several hundred parishioners in unison.

When Bob Hanssen arrived home at midday, he spent a few minutes on the lawn tossing a Frisbee to the family dog, a friendly black Labrador retriever mix named Sundae. Then he fell into conversation with a weekend guest, Jack Hoschouer, his best friend of more than forty years. At fifty-seven, Jack was as fit and energetic as a Tom Clancy hero, a retired lieutenant colonel in the Army, living in Germany, where he worked as a sales representative for an ammunition company. The two men were as close as brothers, the kind of old friends who could still laugh over those embarrassing little episodes of childhood that most people try to forget. Bob handed Jack a dogeared copy of a book called The Man Who Was Thursday by G. K. Chesterton, the British journalist and conservative social philosopher best known for his detective stories. Hanssen, an avid reader with a weakness for spy novels, told his friend that this was a favorite tome, and it certainly looked much-read. The cover was torn off, the pages brittle with age and long since turned the shade of steeped tea. Written in 1908, the book tells the story of an undercover spy ring composed of seven men, all Catholic, each one code-named for a different day of the week. They live in a suburb of London called Saffron Park, a place that was "not only pleasant but perfect," call their society the "General Council of the Anarchists of Europe," and pride themselves on being enemies of society. Their mission is to kill the president of France. The gentleman who holds the position of Thursday thinks of himself as a poet and is, in his other life, an undercover policeman.

Hoschouer, who had a plane to catch, didn't give the book much thought before tossing it on top of his suitcase.

Shortly before four P.M., Bob told Bonnie that he would drop Jack at Dulles International Airport. Hoschouer had a six-o'clock flight to Phoenix to see his mother, and the airport was about a fifteen-minute drive from the house. The two men got into Hanssen's four-year-old silver Taurus. It was a routine they had followed many times before. But when they arrived at the departure terminal, Hoschouer was surprised that Bob did not offer to join him inside for a Coke, which was their usual practice. Then Jack remembered that the Hanssens' eldest daughter, Jane, was expected with her four children for Sunday supper and figured Bob simply had to get home. Jack knew also that Bob wanted to have enough time that evening to watch the Daytona 500. The two friends had been race car fans since high school and were rooting for seven-time NASCAR Winston Cup-winner Dale Earnhardt. A quick good-bye was in order. "It was an uneventful and unremarkable day," Hoschouer recalled.

What Jack did not know was that the FBI had followed Hanssen to the airport. Had Hanssen boarded an international flight, it would not have taken off. Had he boarded a domestic flight, agents planned to fly with him. But Hanssen did neither. Instead, he headed home.

But a few blocks before he got there, he made a slight detour.

The afternoon was cold and somewhat dreary, the clouds gathering in the winter sky like gray goose feathers, threatening rain. At exactly 4:34 P.M., Hanssen climbed out of his car, closed the door, and walked quickly across Crossing Creek Road toward the wooded entrance of Foxstone Park, a narrow strip of tulip poplar trees separating one suburban housing development from another. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a roll of white adhesive tape and placed a small vertical strip on the dark signpost. Both sides of the long, asphalt path were lined with deep puddles, pungent with the smell of moldy leaves. The sun was falling, and he had no time to waste.

Bob Hanssen was a tall man with big shoulders and a thick neck, his dark hair only slightly flecked with gray. He was somewhat stooped, his head jutting so far forward that he almost resembled a question mark. On this day, his stride was quick and purposeful. He was five weeks short of retiring from the FBI and had been angling for a job with a Russian defector named Viktor Sheymov, who had started a small security software company called Invicta Networks, located in Herndon, Virginia. Sheymov had turned him down, but Hanssen was mulling over other ideas for finding a new source of income to augment his government pension, easing the financial pinch that had become a daily worry for a family man with so many children. He wanted to fix up the house a bit. Right now, even the most mundane roof repair seemed like an extravagance.

When Hanssen came to a small wooden footbridge that crossed over a meandering stream called Wolftrap Creek, he reached under the left corner of the structure and slipped an inch-thick package wrapped in a black, taped-up plastic bag over a rusted beam where dirt had eroded from the bank. The bag held a collection of seven FBI documents, classified SECRET, spelling out details of current FBI investigations against Russian spies. There was also a computer diskette containing an encrypted letter that read as follows:

Dear Friends,

I thank you for your assistance these many years. It seems, however, that my greatest utility to you has come to an end, and it is time to seclude myself from active service. Since communicating last, and one wonders if because of it, I have been promoted to a higher do-nothing senior executive outside of regular access to information within the counterintelligence program. Furthermore, I believe I have detected repeating bursting radio signal emanations from my vehicle. I have not found their sources, but as you wisely do, I will leave this alone, for knowledge of their existance [sic] is sufficient. Amusing the games children play. In this, I strongly suspect you should have concerns for the integrity of your compartment concerning knowledge of my efforts on your behalf. Something has aroused the sleeping tiger. Perhaps you know better than I.

Life is full of its ups and downs.

My hope is that if you respond to this constant-conditions-of-connection message, you will have provided some sufficient means of re-contact besides it. If not, I will be in contact next year, same time, same place. Perhaps the correlation of forces and circumstances then will have improved.

Your friend, Ramon Garcia

When he was sure the package was not visible to passersby, Hanssen turned and briskly retraced his steps. The walk took about five minutes. All the while, members of the Gees (short for SSG, or Special Surveillance Group), non-agent personnel adept at blending into any environment, lurked in the bushes. They had not been expecting Hanssen this early. In his Palm Pilot, which FBI agents had covertly examined in advance, he had recorded: "ELLIS: 8:00." ELLIS was the code-name the Russians had chosen for the dead drop. The Gees, who had been following Hanssen day and night for a dozen weeks now, were ready. Just as he approached his car, a white Suburban van whipped around the corner and two tall, muscular young agents in "raid jackets," with "FBI" stamped in bright yellow letters front and back, jumped out, followed by two SWAT-team agents toting Heckler and Koch MP5 submachine guns -counterterrorist weapons -in case Hanssen reached for his gun. Other FBI agents and Gees emerged from cars and the woods, ready to block any effort Hanssen made to escape through the thicket. "Mr. Hanssen, you're under arrest," one agent declared, then recited a Miranda warning. The agents patted Hanssen down, handcuffed his wrists behind his back, and put him in the back of the vehicle, where two older case agents waited. A confidant of the Hanssen family said that when FBI agents slapped on the cuffs, Hanssen looked them in the eye and quipped, "What took you guys so long?"

The agents who drove Hanssen to an FBI field office suite in Tysons Corner, Virginia, said he had seemed resigned, that he had said little as they cuffed him. Once inside the field office, the agents laid out some of their evidence and played Hanssen a 1986 tape of himself speaking to a KGB agent.

Hanssen asked for a lawyer.

Ed Shaughnessy was an eighty-four-year-old neighbor who lived across the street from Foxstone Park. A little after four P.M., Shaughnessy had tried to back out of his driveway onto Fairway Street, a quiet slip of a road that ends precisely at Foxstone Park. He was surprised to see the street had been blocked off by a large, unmarked van and that cars were being forced to turn around. "I got out to see what was going on and found more FBI agents than I had ever seen in my life," Shaughnessy recalled. "There had to be at least twenty-five of them." Shaughnessy saw a big man approaching a gray Taurus, shoved against the car and handcuffed. He would surely have recognized Bob Hanssen had Hanssen's back not been turned: Shaughnessy saw him every weekday morning at 6:30 mass at their local parish church, Our Lady of Good Counsel. "He always sat in the back on the right by himself," Shaughnessy recalled.

Not far away, in Arlington, other Gees were watching a second drop site code-named LEWIS to see if Russian intelligence officers showed up to reclaim a package that had been left for Hanssen. The Gees had already opened it, counted the money inside -$50,000 in used hundred-dollar bills -taken it to the FBI lab to be photographed and analyzed for fingerprints, then carefully replaced it. Once they received the radio call that Hanssen had been arrested and would not be showing up to collect the cash, they seized it as evidence.

The Hanssens lived in the modest, middle-class community of Vienna, Virginia, about seventeen miles from Washington. Their home, purchased in 1987 for $197,095, is situated on a quiet cul-de-sac at the end of Talisman Drive, a neighborhood of neatly kept houses with basketball hoops and carefully edged lawns that fade into a small woods where children play after school. The headquarters of the Central Intelligence Agency is only a few miles away, and it is not uncommon in the community for friends and acquaintances to have jobs related to the intelligence field. Neighbors know to be discreet and generally ask few questions.

At the time of their father's arrest, Bob Hanssen's three sons and three daughters ranged in age from fifteen to almost thirty. Only the two youngest, Lisa and Greg, still lived at home, but all of the children were well known in the neighborhood, with lots of friends who had grown up with them. They all made an effort to be home for the neighborhood block party held each year on Memorial Day.

The Hanssens were respected parents in the private Catholic prep schools that their children have attended: the Heights, a boys' school for grades three to twelve, located in Potomac, Maryland; and Oakcrest, a small girls' school for grades seven to twelve, now located in McLean, Virginia. Barbara Falk, director of Oakcrest, considered Bob Hanssen a perfectly lovely man, the kind of person who would think to fetch her a glass of wine after a drawn-out PTA meeting when she was still surrounded by parents. "If you asked who was the most chivalrous man I ever met, I would say Bob Hanssen," Falk declared. "He is the consummate gentleman.


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Table of Contents

Prologue 3
1 Dancing with Fire 7
2 Early Years 23
3 Knox College 34
4 Searching for Direction 41
5 Joining the FBI 50
6 New York Field 60
7 The Spying Begins 79
8 Assignment: Washington 87
9 The Letter 100
10 Wilderness 109
11 Ramon Garcia 124
12 The Stripper and the Spy 138
13 Skylight 147
14 Playactor 159
15 Blindswitch 170
16 The State Department 178
17 Spying Resumes 196
18 Zeroing In 211
19 Endgame 225
Authors' Note 233
Acknowledgments 235
Index 237
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  • Posted July 2, 2014

    Lovely...! beautiful.....!.... Just enjoy it.....!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 15, 2012

    Well l liked the moive so i think i will like the book

    The moive was graet it hade some funny part in it anb i like funny things

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    Posted January 1, 2012

    Tthe movies great!

    Never read the book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 4, 2010

    not just a spy novel but a double agent as well!

    First, the text was well-structured. It started in Hansen's youth, and examined his relationship with his father. The authors returned to that relationship a few times but they didn't dwell on it. The details into almost every aspect of his life were uncanny. But the focus was on Bob Hansen, Opus Dei Catholic, who felt that communism was the earthly manifestation of the Prince of Darkness himself. I tend to shy away from texts that provide too many answers. This did not. The authors returned to the issue that it was apparently NOT money that motivated Hansen. They conclude, without being offensive about it, that much of his drive seems to have been inside, trying, for example, to show up his father who was never satisfied with Hansen's accomplishments. to show up his FBI colleagues who felt he was a snob who did little but lecture to them. When discussing one of Hansen's contracts with the Soviets, the authors suggest that he discussed money "like a flower child with a trust fund," i.e., had it been his major motive, he could have asked for much, much more, and gotten it. They implied that it must have been somewhat of a motive, as he had a flock of kids and they had college tuitions and the like to worry about. But his motives had to have been deeper than just cash. Also Hansen must have been one of the luckiest men ever or the FBI was just oblivious with what he was doing at one point he took a stripper friend of his on a trip to Hong Kong, a lifestyle contradiction that may have indicated there was something wrong. And no one even noticed. But the book ends with some of the techniques the bureau contemplated to catch potential spies before such a thing happens again. They concluded--wisely--that all the hi-tech devices, polygraphs, or psychological fantasies in the book won't preclude such a thing. That's the price one pays to be a "free country." I very much enjoyed this book and recommend anyone who is interested in any kind of spy fantasy or detailed novel.

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