‘The British security services will long remember 1961 as a year which saw them often where they hate most to be – on the daily newspapers’ front pages’. Such were the words of an American observer of the intelligence scene in Britain in the early 1960s; overall judging it ‘A Bad ...
I’d met them during my own unreal adventure—the end of my second marriage, which had unraveled in tragedy in the backwoods of West Virginia. They’d recruited me for three missions since. Each was like a huge, brilliant dream—the kind that’s so vital and packed with life that you ...