The Honest Spy by Andreas Kollender

Author:Andreas Kollender [Kollender, Andreas]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Thrillers, Espionage, Historical, Biographical
ISBN: 9781542045001
Google: l7pQAQAACAAJ
Amazon: 1542045002
Publisher: AmazonCrossing
Published: 2017-11-02T07:00:00+00:00

Fritz left the hotel in darkness and headed north toward the Aare. The river rushed loudly and ran higher than it had during the summer. He walked along the bank until reaching the rise where City Hall stood and then turned toward the city center, stopping repeatedly and looking around. Sometimes he changed direction and holed up for a few minutes inside a building’s doorway. The Herrengasse was dimly lit, yellowish and shadowy. He turned for the rear door of the OSS’s secret main office, stood near the garden gate a couple of minutes, and entered the yard when he was certain he wasn’t being watched.

Priest was standing at the door.

Dulles and Greta Stone were sitting in Dulles’s office. Low purplish flames were burning in the fireplace, the remains of incinerated papers lying beneath them like shadows on stone. Just like last time, Dulles was wearing a gray suit and smoking a pipe. Greta’s blouse was the color of fresh snow, and she looked immensely self-confident. Skipping the small talk, Fritz pulled his map of the Wolf’s Lair from his pocket, unfolded it, and set it on Dulles’s desk.

“This is Hitler’s headquarters, the Wolf’s Lair. Go bomb it, Mr. Dulles. Kill him. Call for the raid at once.” Fritz wrote the coordinates on a piece of paper and pushed it across the table.

Dulles looked up at Greta, Greta looked at the map, and Priest stepped behind the desk and bent over the squiggles, arrows, and names Fritz had jotted down on the map.

“The latest from Berlin,” Fritz added. He was feeling good.

“It’s difficult, Wood,” Dulles said.

“There are very, very few men in Washington who know about you,” Greta told Fritz. “Your information is classified, codename Kappa—it’s more secret than secret. That’s already saying something.”

They circled around him. He knew full well they were cunning and committed to their cause; did they still harbor a mistrust of him too?

“You had the V2 site bombed, a mission that succeeded. And you scored a direct hit on the Messerschmitt factory too, using my information.”

“How do you know it succeeded?” Priest asked.

“Got it straight from the Office.”

“Is that so?” Priest said.

“Listen to me. You’re dropping tons of bombs on Germany anyway. Why not there—now?” Fritz stabbed at the map. “I saw that pig there. Blow him away, goddamn it.”

Dulles rubbed at his mustache. Greta poured four whiskies.

“What would it take to convince you of my sincerity?” Fritz asked.

“Pretty absurd, isn’t it, someone like you trying to convince anyone of anything?” Priest asked.

“You bastard.”

“You’d better watch yourself,” Priest said.

“Says who? Some American sitting in Bern picking a fight with me? If I’m caught, I’m a dead man, Mr. Priest. If your cover’s blown, it’s off to America. Just what do you want from me?”

Dulles placed a hand on Priest’s forearm.

“This whisky would love to be killed,” Greta said.

This wasn’t how Fritz had imagined it would go. He tipped the whisky back and held out the glass to Greta. She laughed, shrugged, and poured another.

“I want to have a pistol,” Fritz said.

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