Chapter FourteenTrevor braked the vehicle outside the American embassy. He checked his watch then glanced at the front door of the squatty brick building. Two marines flanked the doorway, their bodies taut and alert. Across the street was Eisenhower’s headquarters, and the naval mission was housed next to that. Trevor understood why the area was popularly known as “Little America.”
Movement caught his eye, and he looked toward the embassy’s entrance. He grabbed his fedora from the seat beside him then stepped out of the car and donned the hat. Looking both ways on the street, he crossed the macadam as Varis exited the gates.
He tipped his head in greeting. “Miss Gladstone, how are you today?”
Varis looked up and smiled. “Detective Inspector Gelson, it’s nice to see you. I’m fine, but I
