Chapter Sixteen
Cairo, Egypt – July 1961
He had already trashed the apartment and slapped around the Arab w***e that was his for the night, and still he had a rage inside him that would not abate. Eventually, he had screamed at her and the w***e had left him, running out of the apartment half-dressed in case he beat her around the face once again.
He took a pull on the half-empty bottle of Schnapps. Calm yourself, think! Let the anger work for you, not against you, he reasoned.
Ulrich Vogel had received two pieces of bad news that day. The first had come from one of his most trusted operatives, a brute of a man, but good at staying hidden and watching. It had been received in the Diplomatic bag from the Embassy and had contained a detailed surveillance report complete with several blac
