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CHAPTER 1 … RUMBLINGS AND DREAMS 8
CHAPTER 2 … VISIONS AND HORIZONS 13
CHAPTER 3 … EXPLORATIONS 19
CHAPTER 4 … INTRODUCTIONS 24
CHAPTER 5 … GETTING CLOSE 30
CHAPTER 6 … BUT NOT TOO CLOSE 37
CHAPTER 7 … SIMMERING 43
CHAPTER 8 … THE DISH 48
CHAPTER 9 … SPIRITS 53
CHAPTER 10 … BOLT FROM THE BLUE 59
CHAPTER 11 … HAND JIVE 65
CHAPTER 12 … HANDOFF 67
CHAPTER 13 … COLLEGIALITY 72
CHAPTER 14 … DANGER SIGNAL 78
CHAPTER 15 … MEETING PLACE 82
CHAPTER 16 … A FUR HAT FOR THE WINTER 88
CHAPTER 17 … FLASH TRAFFIC 94
CHAPTER 18 … CLASSICAL MUSIC 100
CHAPTER 19 … CLEAR SIGNAL 109
CHAPTER 20 … STAGING 115
CHAPTER 21 … VACATION 120
CHAPTER 22 … PROCUREMENTS AND ARRANGEMENTS 126
CHAPTER 23 … ALL ABOARD 132
CHAPTER 24 … ROLLING HILLS 138
CHAPTER 25 … EXCHANGING THE BOGIES 143
CHAPTER 26 … TOURISTS 149
CHAPTER 27 … RABBIT RUN 154
CHAPTER 28 … BRITISH MIDLANDS 163
CHAPTER 29 … REVELATION 169
CHAPTER 30 … FLAVIAN AMPHITHEATER 176
CHAPTER 31 … BRIDGE BUILDER 185
CHAPTER 32 … MASQUED BALL 196
To Danny D and the men of Engine 52 and Ladder 52
Heroes are often the most ordinary of men。
Henry David Thoueau
Acknowledgments
Leanart； Joni； and Andy； for holding my hand behind the Old Curtain； and the crash…course in smuggling。 Alex； of course； for holding the other one at all times。 Tom and the lads at Her Majesty's Royal Palace and Fortress。 So fine a body of men is difficult to find； and a rare pleasure to discover。 The FSOs at the United States Embassy；' Budapest； for so graciously handling an unannounced walk…in。 And to Michael； Melissa； Gilbert； and CDR Marsha； in anticipation of your superior professionalism。
The most momentous thing in human life is the art of winning the soul to good or to evil。
Pythagoras
Without recognizing the ordinances of Heaven； it is impossible to be a superior man。
Confucius
PROLOGUE … THE BACK GARDEN
The scary part； Jack decided； was going to be driving。 He'd already bought a Jaguar…pronounced jag…jou…ah over here； he'd have to remember…but both times he'd walked to it at the dealership； he'd gone to the left…front door instead of the right。 The dealer hadn't laughed at him； but Ryan was sure he'd wanted to。 At least he hadn't climbed into the passenger seat by mistake and really made an ass of himself。 He'd have to remember all that： The 〃right〃 side of the road was the left。 A right turn crossed oning traffic； not a left turn。 The left lane was the slow lane on the interstates…motorways； he corrected himself。 The plugs in the wall were all cockeyed。 The house didn't have central heating； despite the princely price he'd paid for it。 There was no air…conditioning； though that probably wasn't necessary here。 It wasn't the hottest of climates： The locals started dropping dead in the street when the mercury topped 75。 Jack wondered what the D。C。 climate would do to them。 Evidently； the 〃mad dogs and Englishmen〃 ditty was a thing of the past。
But it could have been worse。 He did have a pass to shop for food at the Army…Air Force Exchange Service…otherwise known as the PX at nearby Greenham mons Air Base…so at least they'd have proper hot dogs； and brands that resembled the ones he bought at the Giant at home in Maryland。
So many other discordant notes。 British television was different； of course； not that he really expected much chance to vegetate in front of the phosphor screen anymore； but little Sally needed her ration of cartoons。 Besides； even when you were reading something important； the background chatter of some mindless show was forting in its own way。 The TV news wasn't too bad； though； and the newspapers were particularly good…better than those he normally read at home； on the whole； 〃but he'd miss the morning Far Side。 Maybe the International Tribune had it； Ryan hoped。 He could buy it at the train station kiosk。 He had to keep track of baseball anyway。
The movers…removers； he reminded himself…were beavering away under Cathy's direction。 It wasn't a bad house； though smaller than their place at Peregrine Cliff； now rented to a Marine colonel teaching the earnest young boys and girls at the Naval Academy。 The master bedroom overlooked what seemed to be about a quarter…acre of garden。 The realtor had been particularly enthused about that。 And the previous owners had spent a lot of time there： It was wall…to…wall roses； mainly red and white； to honor the houses of Lancaster and York； it would seem。 There were pink ones in between to show that they'd joined together to form the Tudors； though that house had died out with Elizabeth I…and ultimately made way for the new set of Royals； whom Ryan had ample reason to like。
And the weather wasn't bad at all。 They'd been in country three days and it hadn't rained at all。 The sun rose very early and set late； and in the winter； he'd heard； it never came up and immediately went back down again。 Some of the new friends he'd made at the State Department had told him that the long nights could be hard on the little kids。 At four years and six months； Sally still qualified for that。 Five…month…old Jack probably didn't notice such things； and fortunately； he slept just fine…he was doing so right now； in fact； in the custody of his nanny； Margaret van der Beek； a young redhead and daughter of a Methodist minister in South Africa。 She'd e highly remended。。。 and then had been cleared by a back…ground check performed by the Metropolitan Police。 Cathy was a little concerned about the whole idea of a nanny。 The idea of somebody else raising her infant grated on her like fingernails on a chalkboard； but it was an honored local custom； and it had worked out pretty well for one Winston Spencer Churchill。 Miss Margaret had been vetted through Sir Basil's agency…her own agency； in fact； was officially sanctioned by Her Majesty's government。 Which meant precisely nothing； Jack reminded himself。 He'd been thoroughly briefed in the weeks before ing over。 The 〃opposition〃…a British term also used at Langley…had penetrated the British intelligence munity more than once。 CIA believed they hadn't done so at Langley yet； but Jack had to wonder about that。 KGB was pretty damned good； and people were greedy all over the world。 The Russians didn't pay very well； but some people sold their souls and their freedom for peanuts。 They also didn't carry a flashing sign on their clothing that said I AM A TRAITOR。
Of all his briefings； the security ones had been the most tiresome。 Jack's dad had been the cop in the family； and Ryan himself had never quite mastered that mode of thinking。 It was one thing to look for hard data amid the cascade of crap that worked its way up the intelligence system； quite another to look with suspicion at everyone in the office and yet expect to work cordially with them。 He wondered if any of the others regarded him that way。。。 probably not； he decided。 He'd paid his dues the hard way； after all； and had the pale scars on his shoulder to prove it； not to mention the nightmares of that night on Chesapeake Bay； the dreams in which his weapon never fired despite his efforts； Cathy's frantic cries of terror and alarm ringing in his ears。 He'd won that battle； hadn't he？ Why did the dreams think otherwise？ Something to talk to a pshrink about； perhaps； but as the old wives' tale went； you had to be crazy to go to a pshrink。。。
Sally was running about in circles； looking at her new bedroom； admiring the new bed being assembled by the removers。 Jack kept out of the way。 Cathy had told him he was unfitted even to supervise this sort of thing； despite his tool kit； without which no American male feels very manly； which had been among the first things unpacked。 The removers had their own tools； of course…and they； too； had been vetted by SIS； lest some KGB…controlled agent plant a bug in the house。 It just wouldn't do； old boy。
〃Where's the tourist？〃 an American voice asked。 Ryan went to the foyer to see who it…
〃Dan！ How the hell are you？〃
〃It was a boring day at the office； so Liz and I came out to see how things are going for you。〃 And s
