Seven
This whole thing was beginning to feel like a secret meeting held in the middle of Red Square. It was bad enough that I had been in Moscow less than twenty-four hours and two of the double agents I was supposed to contact had already found their way to me, but now it was a Syndicate man who thought I was one of his buddies. I had a few choice thoughts about General Sam Roberts; I kept them to myself.
“You’re probably right,” I said, “but I won’t have much time to take over anything. And I’m being watched pretty closely. I managed to lose the tail today to come here, but I don’t know how often I can do it. Now I want to ask a couple of questions.”
“Shoot.”
“You say you knew my name and that I was coming over. How did you find out?”
“I got a connection I give a few rubles to and h
