BOSTON, WINTER 1865
Walsh sifted through the papers in front of him. “Recruitment is going well,” he said.
“It"s going better since you became intelligence liaison officer,” Sweeny said. “Your other operation is also showing promise.”
Walsh nodded. “I still have some influence in the Imperial Intelligence Department.”
“I"m surprised the Russians remember you,” Sweeny said.
“Mother Russia has not forgotten Sebastopol.” Walsh studied his papers. ”We haven"t finished with Great Britain yet.”
“We?” Sweeny picked up on the word. “I thought you were Irish.”
“I am, but I worked for Russia for some time.” Walsh handed over one of the documents. “I recommend we use this woman as much as we can.”
Sweeny read the description of the woman. “Can we trust her?”
“As much as we can trust any woma
