Chapter 8
Chapter 8
It was early evening and Gallagher had walked, via a circuitous route, to the rendezvous, The Bleeding Horse pub in Camden Street, checking for a tail or a nanny car from the embassy. It would have made a good training exercise for the officers stationed in Dublin without much to do, but he wasn"t going to make it easy for them to compromise him, even though they"d know his destination.
A pint of Coke was sitting on the table in front of him as he read The Irish Times. He saw the contact as she walked in. She looked around the bar and gave him a smile and a wave. When she reached his table, she offered her cheeks for kissing as he stood.
"Great to see you again. Mine"s a gin and tonic," she said in a Home Counties accent.
From the bar, Gallagher saw that she was
