Chapter Six
Victoria, London – 1989
The Red Fox was on the prowl.
Frederick Oberon Oxley, Senior SIS Officer on the Russia Desk, paced along Lambeth Bridge on his way to meet an 'old boy' of his Service. The 'Fox' was six months shy of his retirement package from SIS and in truth, he had no b****y idea what he was going to do once he finally left Century House.
A cottage in the Cotswolds for himself and Joyce, he supposed. Visit the grandkids, train journeys, paint? He genuinely had no idea. He had been with SIS since his wartime service and he considered himself damn lucky to still be there; a brief spell at the Middle East Desk, a bit in Berlin (well everyone wanted Berlin) in the '60s, before finally settling at the Russia Desk. He considered himself a Russia specialist; knew the la
