Chapter 52THE GENERAL SAT IN the leather director’s chair, waiting for Eileen. Martin had provided him with an extensive history of her involvement with Viktor, aka Sasha. He felt anger that someone so high up would betray the organization. Bertrand and Martin had not seemed as upset. Bertrand had said, ‘In truth, it is nothing short of a miracle that it doesn’t happen more often.’
With the ops and black ops, and people buried for years undercover, he’s right, thought the general. We ask too much of our people. He looked up as the door opened, and Eileen stood quietly. Her petite body was overshadowed by the large door frame.
‘You wanted to see me, General?’
‘Yes,’ he said as he motioned her to take a chair.
Her defensive instincts pitched in. No coffee or tea. Not a casual talk on the
