Chapter Nine: Gardens of Peace
December – MI6, London
“Glad to see you up and about, Dennis. I hear it was a near one this time.”
Ian was sitting in the office of Benjamin Cross, Director of the British Secret Intelligence Service. Although Cross’s name and background were a matter of public record, at the agency he was always referred to only as “The Director” or “Sir.”
“Yes, so I was told. Thank you for your concern, Director. Doctors said that if either shell had hit just a few centimeters one way or the other, I would have been killed instantly.”
The Director chalked up Ian’s stoicism to the attitude of a career agent, not knowing that during his recovery, the man had worked out the events of the night of Hall’s death in great detail.
“I’m sure you realize I didn’t call you in just to inquire about your health.”
“No, of course not, Sir.”