Chapter OneLondon, January 1965
“You would work directly to me. No contact, either overt or covert, with the Embassy or the local CIA stations where you are operating. You work at arm's length, independently, with no chaperoning.
You try knocking on their doors, they'll tell you to take a hike and that they don't know what you're talking about. I will give you a series of telephone numbers; you check in regularly to give and receive up to date intelligence. After each successful 'hit', I will release a designated amount to a personal bank account of your choice. You don't complete the contracts; you don't get paid. Questions?”
The tape player clicked off with a deep thunk. It had come, mid conversation, toward the end of the spool.
“So is it fortune or fraud?” asked C.
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