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“And that was enough.” Just three weeks ago, Alfonzo had intercepted her in Milan after a game and asked her to drop a package in Berlin. Fine. “Besides, I was on my way to Berlin. But I’m not going to leave packages in random train lockers all over Europe.” And, oh, she still had the key, maybe— “Do you want—”
“I need you to follow someone.” He’d cut his voice down.
“Are you not hearing me? I have a life, and like it, and am not interested in becoming—”
“He’s an American, here in Europe, and he’s delivering information to people who want to destroy our government.”
A beat. She sighed. “I don’t—”
“It’s the Russians.” Alfonzo put a finger to his lips.
She looked away as the waiter brought her the coffee.
“It can only be you. And yes, this one last time. To save your country.”
Oh brother. She looked at him.
He did look earnest. Fine. She picked up her coffee. Took a sip. Met his eyes, her jaw tight.
“I need you to be at the Charles Bridge tonight at nine p.m., and watch who he talks to and if he gives him anything.”
“Who’s he? And what is he passing off?”
“I don’t know what the package is…just the location and time of the drop. And you don’t have to get it. Just take pictures.” He slid her a cell phone.
She looked at it. “Is this like a gadget from Q? Or is it M—”
“It’s a cell phone. The code is your birthday.”
He knew herbirthday?
A sort of shiver rippled through her, finding her bones.
What else did he know about her?
“When you’re finished, drop the phone in the mail.” He pulled out a small manila envelope. “Easy. And then I never contact you again.”
“Never?”
He crossed his heart. Weird.
“I just have to take pictures. I don’t have to talk to anyone, don’t have to get involved…”
“Just take pictures. Can you do that?”
She sighed. “And then this is it. No more ambushes outside stadiums, no more secret messages under the door of my hotel. Just pictures, and we’re done.”
“Make sure you get the person he meets with. And, if you can, a shot of the drop. We believe there’s a leak in our department, and we just need to connect the dots.”
A leak.In the CIA.
“Okay. I’ll do it.”
He leaned back. Picked up his drink. “I knew I could count on you, Iris.” And then he smiled.
It offered no reassurance. Still. Just this once. For her country. She took another sip and managed not to choke on it. “Okay, so who is my target?”
He looked her in the eye and said softly, “A traitor named Hudson Bly.”
