Chapter Seven
Berlin – June 1960
Jack Grant had been waiting at the café on Unter den Linden and, if he were honest, he was starting to feel a little bit exposed. He was alternating between staring at his hands, his watch and the street corner. None of which put him at his ease.
EMERALD was more than thirty minutes late for their regularly scheduled meeting. Once a week, if possible, they would meet either at the safe house to go over anything that their operation needed, or alternatively to do a quick brush-past contact to pass a message. That worried him because so far in their relationship her tradecraft had been superb and she had never put a foot wrong. So this was something unusual.
Standard operating procedure dictated that if an agent failed to show for a meeting, the case offi
