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  HARRY: You tell me…

  DANNY: [Big smile.] You’re wrong, Harry. It’s that simple.

  HARRY: He was trying very hard to get to you, Danny. By providing me with false papers he was sticking his neck way out. He could have gotten into a hell of a lot of trouble if he got caught.

  DANNY: It’s the business he was in…

  HARRY: He got killed trying to find you. Maybe even protect you.

  DANNY: It’s the business he was in…

  HARRY: What if I said the real reason you went to Assisi all those years was not for solace but to deliver information… to Eaton…

  DANNY: [Big incredulous grin.] Are you suggesting I was the CIA’s man in the Vatican?

  HARRY: Were you?

  DANNY: You really want to know?

  HARRY: Yes.

  DANNY: No…. Anything else?

  HARRY: No…

  But there was, and finally Harry had to find out. Closing his office door, he picked up the phone and called a friend at Time in New York. Ten minutes later he was talking to the magazine’s CIA expert in the Washington bureau.

  What were the chances, he wanted to know, of the Central Intelligence Agency’s having a mole inside the Vatican. The response was a laugh. Very unlikely, he was told. But possible? Yes, possible.

  “Especially,” the Time correspondent explained, “if someone assigned to watch Italy was concerned about the Vatican’s influence on the country, particularly after the Vatican banking scandals of the early 1980s.”

  “Banking—and/or where they had their”—Harry chose the word carefully—“investments?”

  “Right…. Decide if that information was important enough, and if it was, then place an operative as close to the source as possible.”

  Harry felt the chill begin to slide down his spine. Close to the source, he thought—as in private secretary to the cardinal who manages the Holy See’s investments.

  “Might,” he went on, “this someone watching Italy be the Rome station chief?”

  “Yes.”

  “Who would know about it?”

  “There’s a very guarded category of operative called HUMINTS—an acronym for Human Intelligence, people who are deep cover plants. Deeper still, and in a situation as sensitive as Vatican-U.S. relations more likely, are people known as NOCs—an acronym for Non-Official Covers. Operatives like this are so concealed and protected even the director of Central Intelligence might not know. A NOC would be recruited directly by someone like a station chief for a very precise positioning. In all likelihood they would have been recruited sometime earlier so that they could work their way to a position of trust with no suspicion whatsoever.”

  “Could an operative like this be… someone in the clergy?”

  “Why not?”

  HARRY DIDN’T REMEMBER getting off the phone, or leaving his office, or walking in the August heat and smog along Rodeo Drive or even where or how he crossed Wilshire Boulevard. All he knew was that somehow he was in Neiman-Marcus and a very attractive young woman was showing him ties.

  “I don’t think so.” Harry shook his head at a proffered Hermès tie. “Why don’t I just look around on my own…”

  “Sure.” The woman smiled at him with the kind of flirtatious glow he used to do something about. But not now, maybe not ever again. Today was Wednesday. Saturday he was going back to Italy to meet Elena’s family. Elena was all he thought about, saw in his dreams, felt with every breath. That was until now, after the phone call to the Time correspondent, and on the way here, when he had the sudden and all-too-clear memory of facing Thomas Kind in the Vatican railroad station and boldly telling him across his murderous machine pistol—“I know my brother better than he thinks.”

  NOC, Non-Official Cover—so concealed and protected even the director of Central Intelligence might not know.

  Danny. Jesus H. Christ, maybe he didn’t know him at all.

  Acknowledgments

  FOR TECHNICAL INFORMATION AND ADVICE I am especially grateful to Alessandro Pansa, head of the Central Operative Service of the Italian National Police; Father Gregory Coiro, media relations director for the Catholic Archdiocese of Los Angeles; Leon I. Bender, M.D.; Gerald Svedlow, M.D.; Niles Bond; Marion Rosenberg; Imara; Gene Mancini, senior biological consultant; Master Gunnery Sergeant Andy Brown and Staff Sergeant Douglas Fraser, United States Marine Corps; and Norton F. Kristy, Ph.D.

  I am additionally grateful to Alessandro D’Alfonso, Wilton Wynn, Nicola Merchiori, and, particularly, Luigi Bernabò, for their assistance in Italy.

  I am indebted as well to Larry Kirshbaum and Sarah Crichton, and, as always, to the wizardry of Aaron Priest. Finally, a most particular thanks to Frances Jalet-Miller for her excellent suggestions and enduring patience in reworking the manuscript.

 


 

  Allan Folsom, Day of Confession

 


 

 
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