24
“Where are we going?” Talia said as she and Jana walked into an underground parking area at JFK.
They got into Jana’s Bureau car, a nondescript, heavy four-door sedan. “To a place that can decrypt this microfilm. Might as well get comfortable. It’ll take a few hours to get there.”
Talia thought about it a moment. It was a well-known fact that the bulk of the decryption work done in the United States was handled by the National Security Agency.
Talia fastened her seatbelt. “Fort Meade?” But Jana didn’t answer. “You’re really going to help? Moshe must be asking for a big favor. But now that I think back on it,” she said as the car pulled past an armed guard into the stark sunlight and mid-afternoon New York traffic, “it makes a little more sense.”
“How so?”
“I remember Moshe mention
