“I’m glad Quinn has a backup plan.” I concentrated on fixing my tea the way I liked it.
“He usually does.”
I raised my eyes to hers. There was a proud smile on her lips. “Will he run into Sidorov, do you think?”
“Perhaps, if they have him handling security at the Olympic Village.”
“Did you ever meet him, Portia?”
“Not officially, and not face to face.”
“Oh? Now that’s a story I’d like to hear.”
“You only think you do. Oh, very well. We were in Berlin at the time, and Nigel was sent a message to meet one of his contacts. I learned after he left that it was a ruse, the KGB intended to grab him.”
“Don’t tell me you followed.” I could picture my sister slipping through the streets of Berlin in the dark of the night, and I turned cold.
“Of course I’d followed. I knew where he was going
