Book 2, Birger Wallenberg
Chapter 9AT ASGARD PARK IN Westchester County, another day began gray and wet. As Fourth of July wore on, the tone grew lighter, but the fog lingered, possessive as a mother tucking in her child.
In the office of Chief Psychiatrist, Dr George Kennan, was preparing for the next meeting of the grant committee. With his Director in Sweden over the holidays, he would tend to the matter. His Chief Security Officer, John Matson, entered after a casual knock.
“Eric Schaeffer Spears is coming down the drive; four men in one car, no appointment.”
“I’ll deal with Andrea Fassati. No need to inform Dr Leamas, he sent me his file this morning.”
“What about the Federal agents?”
“Give them a lecture. And treat our visitors with due respect. This is a reputable institution.
