Chapter 30Thessaloniki, the near future
“Maybe I have,” Mitch said, keeping his gun trained on him. “But then again, maybe not.”
“Have I changed that much?”
“I don’t know. You tell me. I don’t know who you are.”
“You know who I am Mitch, and what our friendship meant to each of us. I wouldn’t have left you my tennis kit if it meant nothing.”
“You could’ve picked up that information anywhere, from your friends at the SVR.”
Alex felt like he was watching a crisp exchange between two fine baseline players. “Okay,” he said. “That’s it. From now on, I’m traveling with one of those emotional therapy dogs—the kind that attacks and bites. Hello? Is there anyone else in here?”
“Yes, maybe Valerian’s hiding in the bathroom,” Mitch said.
“Now, Mitch, what makes you think I’d be working for Va
