April 18
1516 Brewing Company
“Aggie, what did you do?” I asked as I slid onto the barstool next to my friend. He was holding the same spot at 1516 Brewing Company that he had two nights earlier, as if he hadn’t left.
“What did you do?” I repeated.
“About what, my friend? What do you mean?”
I waved my hand at Toby, the bartender, and asked for a Czech lager, then turned slightly toward Aggie.
“You blew my cover. Why?”
It was commonplace for someone who protects a secret identity to have a confidante, some person chosen carefully, but capable of sharing information that otherwise must remain private. Keeping secrets was easy; keeping every secret was not. “No secret is known to only one person,” Sergeant Randal had told us, acknowledging that those of us in Operation Best Guess would
