Anna eyed Taylor for a moment but didn’t respond.
Brodie asked, “What was Harry doing here in Berlin?”
“He was doing me.”
“Right. Beyond recreational activities.”
“Why do you think I’m not enough reason for a man to come to Berlin?”
Brodie smiled. She made a good point. But he knew there was more to Harry’s visits. That was why Harry was dead. “Help us.”
Anna thought for a moment, crossed her arms. A trail of cigarette smoke coiled up past her face. “He was helpingmewith something.”
“With what?”
Anna didn’t respond.
Taylor said, “If you don’t speak to us, we’ll make a few phone calls, and you can instead have this conversation in German. Maybe from a jail cell.”
Anna stared at Taylor. A half-smile crept over her face. “People don’t see you coming, do they?”
The coffeemaker hissed and spurted steam. Anna turned off the range, then took down three espresso cups from her cupboard and filled them. “It’s strong. Do you need sugar?”
They both declined. Anna handed each of them a cup and saucer. “We’ll talk in the living room.”
She led them through the hallway into a large living room with tall windows that faced the interior courtyard. The walls were adorned with original plaster moldings and a few large pieces of modern art that looked a little better than the stuff at the Art Hotel.
Anna directed them to a sagging orange couch against the far wall as she sat on a battered leather Chesterfield across from them.
Brodie set his cup on the large coffee table, which was covered with artmagazines and a glass marijuana pipe that could use a good cleaning. A crystal ashtray was piled with cigarette butts. Brodie and Taylor took off their coats and tossed them on the arms of the couch and sat.
Anna set her cup down and looked between them with her intense brown eyes. “No weapons. No warrant. And probably no one else has any idea that you’re here.”
“We’re part of a team,” said Brodie.
“The Americans don’t play well with others.”
“We try.”
“No. You are arrogant.”
“Correct.”
“All right. Who are you working with here?”
“The BKA and the Berlin Police. Plus our FBI.”
“What about intelligence agencies?”
“I’m not at liberty to say.”
Taylor said, “I’m not sure how this is relevant.”
Anna looked at her. “I’m interested in spies, Ms. Taylor. You might say I’m preoccupied with them. My father was a spy. A double agent for your government.”
That was a surprise. Brodie said, “We thank him for his service.”
“Well, you can’t. He’s dead. Executed by the Stasi after his cover was blown. They killed him two weeks before the Wall fell. How is that for bad timing?”
