The trip to Hagerstown to find this mysterious aunt provided more questions than I could have dreamt about before arriving in America. I started to wonder if anyone in London could be aware of his Aunt Alice’s potential importance to British Intelligence?
Surely they must, if for no other reason than the CIA would have communicated her existence to some department at The Box, or to counter-terrorism up the road apiece at Lambeth, if only to check their own data. Any information at that level would automatically be sent to the top floor in an ‘Eyes-Only’ despatch to Jerry Furley. No, someone back home must know.
I was emphatically aware of how London did not trust me near or around the Americans. I wasn’t up to date on things American in any sense; even so, as far as I knew, my reputation
