Chapters (74)
- Title Page
- Prologue
- JULY 1961
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- JULY 1962
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Preview: A Loyal Traitor
- Author’s Note
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
Knox marched through the front door of Leconfield House, full of righteous indignation. After security reluctantly waved him through, he made his way across the ground floor’s large typing pool to the bank of lifts that would take him up to confront Manning. By now the MI5 rumour mill had done its work and row after row of people averted their eyes as he passed. Colleagues he’d worked with for over a decade pretended they couldn’t see him, but he didn’t care. He was about to give them something new to talk about.
Knox hadn’t needed another trip down to see White or up to Cambridge to confirm that the new papers he’d found in Bianchi and Moretti’s flat were legitimate and dangerous. He’d looked through the papers when he’d got back to Kemp House, and a couple of the equations felt familiar, though he couldn’t remember where from. In the morning he took them to the library in Senate House, the towering grey obelisk that loomed over Bloomsbury, and ten minutes in the physics section jogged his memory: they were a set of radio wave frequency calculations.
Knox had gleaned enough from briefings with White to know that frequency identification was a fundamental part of the science behind Operation Pipistrelle. Now the Italians were no longer just a mystery for Knox to solve; they were a potential threat to national security, and the timing of their deaths was suddenly extremely significant.
The OECD was the direct descendant of the Organisation for European Economic Co-operation, which had been formed to administer the thirteen billion dollars America and Canada pumped into Europe after the war via the Marshall Plan.
After the continent’s economies were shored up, the OEEC’s members decided to expand both the organisation and its remit. America and Canada were allowed to join, a belated thank you for their money, and the members magnanimously decided that the new OECD’s mission would be to help the world’s less-developed economies grow and prosper. Whether these economies wanted this help was a detail that would be ironed out later.