“The U48?” Rendel asked.
“Come on, Weltmeister. The secret Vietnamese file? All the names of all the double agents the Viet Cong ran in Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia and Thailand? Even yours. Weltmeister? Can you imagine what we will get if we sell you to the Americans? Or the Vietnamese?”
“Have you read the file?” the real Weltmeister asked, careful to weigh his question with as little urgency as possible.
Léon shook his head, but kept his eyes on Rendel. “No, only glanced at it, at some names, at your name, but we knew you would come back to Laos for it.”
“Where is the file?” Rendel kept pushing.
The boy broke into his troubling smile again.
“With my father and my mother.”
“You said they were killed?” the attaché, exasperated by the young man’s monosyllabic answers, asked.
“I buried th
