6Next morning, Gerry Davis sullenly took charge of my debriefing. He made notes as I repeated Krajewski’s explanation of how plastic explosive was hidden in the Athens-bound flight. He kept his gaze on me as I checked the CIA’s outgoing message reporting the plans for Paris and West Berlin.
I slid the come-back copy across the table to him. “Fine.”
He put his thumb on the sentence identifying me as the source of the information. “You know why Krajewski wants this wording?”
I kept my voice neutral. “I take it you have a theory?”
“To discredit the Agency. We can’t get the goods on Abu Nidal but an untrained blonde bimbo can solve the problem with a twitch of her ass.”
I snorted. “You get a kick out of calling me names?”
He made an impatient gesture. “This isn’t personal, Collins. I’m t
