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hed blood…including some of their own。 Mary Pat wondered how well this guy understood the danger he was in； and how formidable the forces were arrayed against him。 What it came down to was whether or not the Sovs knew something was afoot。 If not； their routine surveillance procedures； no matter how thorough； were predictable。 If alerted； however； they could put the entire city of Moscow under lockdown。
But everything they did in the CIA's Clandestine Service was done carefully； and there were backup procedures for when things went wrong； as well as other measures； some desperate； that had proven to be effective when you put them in play。 You just tried to avoid doing that。
〃Finishing up；〃 she warned her husband。
〃Okay； Mary Pat； you have me thinking。〃 And with that his formidable mind started sifting through ideas。 Sometimes he needs a little push； Mary Pat thought； but once you had him going in the right direction； he was like George Patton with the bit in his teeth。 She wondered how much sleeping Ed would be doing tonight。 Well； she'd be able to tell； wouldn't she？
Basil likes you； Murray said。 The womenfolk were in the kitchen。 Jack and Dan were out in the garden； pretending to inspect the roses。
〃Really？〃
〃Yeah； a lot。〃
〃Damned if I know why；〃 Ryan said。 〃I haven't turned much work out yet。〃
〃Your roomie reports to him about you every day。 Simon Harding is a er； in case nobody told you。 That's why he went with Bas to Number Ten。〃
〃Dan； I thought you were Bureau； not Agency；〃 Jack noted； wondering just how far the Legal Attache spread himself。
〃Well； the guys down the hall are pals； and I interface with the local spooks some。〃 The guys down the hall was Dan's way of saying CIA people。 Yet again Jack wondered just which branch of the government Murray actually belonged to。 But everything about him said 〃cop〃 to one who knew what to look for。 Was this some elaborate kind of disguise； too？ No； not possible。 Dan had been the personal troubleshooter for Emil Jacobs； the quiet； petent FBI Director； and that was far too elaborate for a government cover。 Besides； Murray didn't run agents in London； did he？
Did he？ Nothing was ever what it seemed to be。 Ryan hated that aspect of his CIA job； but he had to admit that it kept his mind fully awake。 Even drinking a beer in his backyard。
〃Well； nice to hear； I suppose。〃
〃Basil's hard to impress； my boy。 But he and Judge Moore like each other。 Jim Greer； too。 Basil just plain loves his analytical ability。〃
〃He's pretty smart；〃 Ryan agreed。 〃I've learned a lot from him。〃
〃He's making you one of his stars。〃
〃Really？〃 It didn't always seem that way to Ryan。
〃Haven't you noticed how quick he's moving you up？ Like you were a professor from Harvard or something； fella。〃
〃Boston College and Georgetown； remember？〃
〃Yeah； well； us Jesuit products run the world…we're just humble about it。 They don't teach 'humble' at Harvard。〃
For sure they don't encourage their graduates to do anything as plebeian as police work； Ryan thought。 He remembered the Harvard kids in Boston； many of whom thought they owned the world…because daddy had bought it for them。 Ryan preferred to make the purchase himself； doubtless because of his working…class background。 But Cathy wasn't like those upper…class snots； and she had been born with a golden spoon in her mouth。 Of course； nobody was ever disgraced to point to his son or daughter the doctor； and certainly not to a graduate of Johns Hopkins。 Maybe Joe Muller wasn't so bad a guy after all； Ryan thought briefly。 He'd helped raise a pretty good daughter。 Too bad he was an overbearing asshole to his son…in…law。
〃So； you like it at Century House？〃
〃Better than Langley。 Too much like a monastery out there。 At least in London you live in a city。 You can step out for a beer or do some shopping over lunch。〃
〃Shame the building's ing apart。 It's the same trouble they've had in some other buildings in London…the mortar or grout； whatever you call it； it's defective。 So the facade's peeling off。 Embarrassing； but the contractor's gotta be long dead。 Can't take a corpse to court。〃
〃You never have？〃 Jack asked； lightheartedly。
Murray shook his head。 〃No； I've never popped a cap on anyone。 Came close once； but stopped short。 Good thing； too。 Turned out the mutt wasn't armed。 Would have been embarrassing to explain that to the judge；〃 he added； sipping his beer。
〃So； how are the local cops doing？〃 It was Murray's job to interface with them after all。
〃They're pretty good； really。 Well organized； good investigators for the major stuff。 Not much street crime for them to worry about。〃
〃Not like New York or B。C。〃
〃Not hardly。 So； anything interesting shaking at Century House？〃 he asked。
〃Not really。 Mainly； I've been looking over old stuff； back…checking old analysis against newly developed data。 Nothing worth writing home about…but I have to do that anyway。 The Admiral is keeping me on a long leash； but it's still a leash。〃
〃What do you think of our cousins？〃
〃Basil is pretty smart；〃 Ryan observed。 〃But he's careful about what he shows me。 That's fair； I suppose。 He knows that I'm reporting back to Langley； and I really don't need to know much about sources。。。 But I can make some guesses。 'Six' has gotta have some good people in Moscow。〃 Ryan paused。 〃Damned if I'd ever play that game。 Our prisons are pretty nasty。 I don't even want to think about what the Russian ones are like。〃
〃You wouldn't live long enough to find out； Jack。 They're not the most forgiving people in the world； especially on espionage。 You're a lot safer whacking a cop right in front of the precinct station than playing spy。〃
〃And with us？〃
〃It's amazing…how patriotic convicts are； that is。 Spies do very hard time in the Federal prisons。 Them and child molesters。 They get a lot of attention from Bubba and his armed…robber friends…you know； honest crooks。〃
〃Yeah； my dad talked about that once in a while； how there's a hierarchy in prison； and you don't want to be on the bottom。〃
〃Better to be a pitcher than a catcher。〃 Murray laughed。
It was time for a real question： 〃So； Dan； just how tight are you with the spook shops？〃
Murray surveyed the horizon。 〃Oh； we get along pretty nicely〃 was all he was willing to say。
〃You know； Dan；〃 Jack observed； 〃if there's anything I've learned to worry about over here； it's understatement。〃
Murray liked that one。 〃Well； then you're living in the wrong place； son。 They all talk like that over here。〃
〃Yeah； especially in the spook shops。〃
〃Well； if we talked like everybody else； then the mystique would be gone； and people would understand how screwed up everything really is。〃 Murray had a sip and grinned broadly。 〃We couldn't maintain the confidence of the people that way。 I bet it's the same with doctors and stockbrokers；〃 the FBI rep suggested。
〃Every business has its own insiders language。〃 The supposed reason was that it offered more speedy and efficient munications to those inside the fold…but the truth of the matter； of course； was that it denied knowledge and/or access to outsiders。 But that was really okay if you were one of the people on the inside。
The bad news happened in Budapest； and it resulted from pure bad luck。 The agent wasn't even all that important。 He provided information on the Hungarian Air Force； but that was an organization that no one took very seriously at best； along with the rest of the Hungarian military； which had rarely distinguished itself on the field of battle。 Marxism…Leninism had never really taken firm root here anyway； but the state did have a hardworking； if not especially petent； intelligence/counterintelligence service； and not all of them were stupid。 Some of them were even KGB…trained； and if there was anything the Soviets knew； it was intelligence and counterintelligence。 This officer； Andreas Morrisay； was just sitting； drinking his morning coffee in a shop on Andrassy Utca； when he saw someone make a mistake。 He would not have caught it had he not been bored with his newspaper； but there it was。 A Hungarian national…you could tell from his clothing…dropped something。 It wa
