Chapter Five
Linz, Austria – 1989
“Would you like some water?”
Peter Vogel, the Harlequin, looked up at the older man and nodded. Grant fetched a glass of water from the kitchen and delicately poured a slither into his mouth, just enough to wet his lips. They sat for a while in silence; Peter Vogel rotating his wrists to get them comfortable and Jack Grant back on his seat with the pistol.
“It's a lot to take in, I know,” said Jack Grant finally.
“Don't flatter yourself, old man. I'm hearing nothing at the moment, only the half truths and the made-up stories of an old spy. It's pathetic,” said Peter Vogel.
Jack Grant shook his head sadly. “I'm sorry you feel that way, Peter. But at least, if nothing else, you get to hear about your mother, from someone who knew her. What did Ulrich V
