Chapter One
Berlin – February 1960
Jack Grant flew back to the island after two weeks' leave. That was how Berliners thought of themselves; living on an island. If you were from Frankfurt or Munich or Dresden, you were an outsider; only Berliners considered themselves islanders.
The two weeks' leave had dragged. In the first week, he had been given the duty of escorting Simon Brown's body back to the UK. He had stayed long enough to sign the paperwork and officially hand the body over to the family undertakers. He had ordered a wreath on behalf of the Gutterfighters in Berlin and the lads had promised to raise a glass to Simon on the day of his funeral.
Simon Brown's death at the hands of the, now free, KGB assassin had been a timely reminder to all of them that they were playing a rou
