“That’s too bad. Sami had several embassy assistants. Maybe you or an associate dealt with one of them?” From his inside jacket pocket, he produced a sheet of paper with Foster’s other known aliases.
Illiescu took only a moment to study the list before handing it back with a shake of his head. “I do not recognize any of these gentlemen. I’m afraid I’m not of any help.”
Foster, if he had showed, must have used an alias unknown to any at the Agency. He’d play, he decided, the longest of long shots, Foster’s vague physical description.
“No, sorry. We did have a gentleman looking somewhat like that stop by recently. A Monsieur Aziz. Easily over six feet with his hat on. Close to six feet without his hat. But this monsieur had a mustache and wore glasses. But no one like the gentleman you de
