Chapter NineEvening fell while Ruth sat on a bench outside the American embassy waiting for Varis to get off work. She flipped through The Times searching for the article she'd submitted on behalf of the "Department of Dirty Tricks" as Irene, or whoever she was, had called them.
There it was. Bottom of page six. Would they be happy with its placement? Would they think she had agreed to join them for having done as they requested? Did she want to be part of the organization? Rubbing her forehead, she sighed. What was holding her back? This was an incredible opportunity to make a difference in the war.
Having asked around, Ruth discovered there was a new intelligence group out of America called the Office of Strategic Services. No one was supposed to know about it, but one of the US report
