Klempner - Twenty-Six Years Ago
I wake early.
Checking to be sure Mitch is still sleeping, I make my way out of the suite to find a telephone. At the reception desk, “I’d like to make an international call.”
The small blonde woman manning the desk speaks accented, but good English. “There is a telephone in your room, sir.”
“A private call.”
She gives me an odd look but directs me to a small side lounge.
I dial the code and then wait through the usual electronic clicks, squeaks and squawks as the line connects. “Bech?”
“Sir?” He sounds startled. “Where are you? I was begin....”
“I'm in Helsinki. Nothing to worry about. I just had a change of plans.”
“Helsinki? What are you doing in Helsi…? Ahhh…. The Eastern Bloc situation? How….” There is a pause. “How did you know, sir, to be the
