Chapter Fourteen
Cairo, Egypt – February 1961
The tall, aristocratic German navigated his way through the crowd in the marketplace. The smells of the Khan el-Khalili souk – spices, fragrant ointments, sweat and smoke – filled his nostrils. His rendezvous was at a coffeehouse on Quasaba Avenue.
Ulrich Vogel had been careful to watch his back as he moved through the narrow streets and alleyways of the old souk. His time here in Cairo had been spent mainly inside the compound of the Egyptian Security Services training grounds and while he enjoyed imparting his knowledge about espionage, he hated the country and its people. He could not wait to return to the cool civility of Berlin.
So when the chance came to meet up with his agent inside the BND he snapped at it. PATRICK was on a whistle-
