“s**t,” the operative said. He touched a button attached to a communications device stuck into his ear and spoke into a tiny microphone. “Deputy-Director Adams? This is Agent Washington. I got something here that might interest you.”
“What?” a voice crackled from the tiny earpiece.
“Some American gal just walked right in,” Agent Washington said, “and gave me your friend's calling card.”
Elisabeth heard the earpiece crackle, but couldn’t make out the words.
“It’s dark but, yes,” Agent Washington said. “I think so. Blonde.”
More unintelligible crackling.
“Roger,” Agent Washington said, then turned his attention back to Elisabeth. “Come with me. The Deputy-Director wants to see you.”
Elisabeth obediently followed the CIA operative. There was no point in running. They’d seen her ID and
