Chapter THREE: A fortunate coincidence
At the same time, Deputy Director Caulfield was at Manchester International Airport.
"He looks like a Russian," the Border Guard was telling him.
Richard Caulfield sighed.
He didn't like the way that his boss, Captain Gibson, always seemed to give him the complicated jobs, mostly without adequate briefing. All he knew, Caulfield, was that he had to meet a certain plane and greet a new arrival from Germany. He was to escort him to a plush hotel in the middle of Manchester and keep a discrete eye on what he did next.
Why? Was he a spy? As far as Caulfield knew, being an anti-terrrorist operative like he was, the gentleman had been on TEEF's 'Watch List' for several years, but - as far as anyone knew - he hadn't betrayed anyone or any friendly count
