Chapter 27
Dimi slipped past Mitch and the others the way he had always navigated the byways of international espionage—by hiding in plain sight. After a quick shower, he left the water running and dressed inconspicuously, adding a New York Mets’ cap as the final touch. Then, as Marcel Chimounix’s team gathered his kit in the locker room—and the finalist’s coaches commiserated with him, distracting Mitch’s “reporter” and “photographer”—Dimi walked out the door to an exit and made his way through the throng and the night to the adjacent Citi Field parking lot.
He had counted on human nature being human nature. He had counted on Chimounix needing some handholding after the loss; he had been there himself. He had counted on much of the crowd—particularly an American crowd and a New York one
