Book 4, Heimdallr
Chapter 6“HALLO, HANDSOME.” A DIFFERENT young woman; the same mating call.
Birger Wallenberg found the phrase amusing; the animal warmth of delivery was not. Had it been culled from a Sigurimi handbook under the section on how to woo foreign spies, picked up by their chief while visiting the Reeperbahn red light district in Hamburg?
The girl was small and a few years older than the kid, dark and winsome. He had a feeling she had been selected for this approach. The question was by whom. She spoke almost without an accent.
“You bored, big fella?”
“Never, too many interesting people about.”
“Want some company?”
“No, thank you, miss, but allow me to buy you a drink.”
“I hear you are looking for my friend Avxhiu.”
“Your friend, is she? I heard she was bad news. And w
