Book 2, Birger Wallenberg
Chapter 7BACK IN SWEDEN, FOR the holidays, Birger studied the sky through the kitchen window of his apartment in Lund, the old Swedish university town. It was a windy but increasingly sunny Sunday morning; the brooding clouds of a passing storm fading in the east. Reassuring shafts of sunlight were stalking the strait towards Falsterbo. On the Danish side, the sun had already claimed the day.
His sojourn at Asgard Park had upset him. Paranoia was not a good thing in an administrator. He looked forward to a short respite in this gentler world that would get him back on solid footing after the wringer of New York.
In the calm of hindsight, he had made astounding errors of judgment. He had failed to grasp the influence of Karl Leamas who had not relinquished his g
