"Anyway," she said. "What brings you to London?"
"I"m a broker. It"s dull," said Vogler. "Are you working here?"
"Yes, it"s dull too. I work for a bank in the trading section: ESB." She smiled again and toyed with her glass, watching as three men in suits arrived laughing loudly and made their way to the bar. She knew he was waiting for his moment.
"But what I"d really like to know is who you work for," he said offering to refill her glass.
She placed her handbag on her lap and opened the catch. "I told you, silly," she said, pushing back a strand of hair that had flopped forward. "I shouldn"t drink any more of this."
"You told me your cover story, but my guess is you know the Middle East much better than you know Switzerland. In fact, my instincts tell me you"d be more acquainted wit
