23Safe House
Ekaterinburg, Russia
July 15, 1918
Stephen Morrison gently knocked in the prescribed pattern on the nondescript door of the small cabin located on Ekaterinburg’s outer border. A few seconds later, the door cracked open slightly and Morrison could hear the voice of Homer Slaughter saying, “C’mon in, Commander.” After closing the door behind then and locking it, Slaughter invited his guest to sit down at the small table in the middle of the room.
As he sat, Morrison said, “I’m glad you got the message I had sent. You're right, your team of paid-off telegraph people is very reliable.”
“Indeed they are!” replied the major. “Can I offer you some booze, some real stuff instead of the s**t vodka we get here all the time? I brought a bottle of Jack Daniels with me. I thought it m
