Chapter Two
London – 10th November 1989
They were sitting in the main departure lounge of Heathrow Airport waiting for their flight to be called.
“We got a message that he would be coming over tonight. I thought you'd want to be there and for him to see a friendly face,” said the Red Fox.
He had collected her that morning from her father's apartment and they had taken a taxi together to the airport. The covert message had come in the form of a telephone call to an SIS unlisted number in West Germany. The caller simply said, “I'm done. It's over. I'll be out in three days' time at Abel's bridge.” Voice recognition software had confirmed that it belonged to Jack Grant.
Katherine Grant looked over and smiled at the old spy. “Thank you.”
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