April 22
DFR-Wien
I took the evening plane back to Vienna, arriving the next day after telling my financial friend at the CIA in Langley to unwind the transfer. I was now certain that I didn’t need any more access to the safe deposit boxes at DFR, so I didn’t care what Eichner thought. But I did want to have a word with him, which I planned to do as soon as I landed.
The plane touched down on schedule at eight in the morning and I took a cab to the Marriott. My room was still there since I hadn’t checked out, so I walked through the lobby toward the elevator at the edge of the restaurant. I swiped my room key to activate the elevator and went to my room to shower and dress for the day.
By ten o’clock, I was ready for Eichner. I walked the several blocks to DFR and entered through the m
