“A woman I was seeing at the time went missing. Her body was found several months later. Several of my covert weapons stashes were raided by the police in several countries. A number of my false identities happened to get "blown" to Interpol.”
“Caravaggio?”
“I had no proof, but it was a remarkable coincidence and the timing was… suspicious, to say the least.”
“Why do you think he turned on you?” asked Eunice.
“My dear… Caravaggio is an incredibly narcissistic man. He basks in his own image and self-worth. He thinks he is a God to the great game of espionage. For many years, he saw himself as being the epitome of the perfect intelligence operative. He was successful, good at his work, reliable. His reputation had grown during the war and had continued post-war. Add to that the way the i
