Although he was my case officer, Anna seemed to have engineered my visit to Tommy and was encouraging the possibility of my going to the States. I couldn’t work out why she was apparently working against Sharp’s wishes. Did I detect the guiding hand of Tony Morris somewhere in the background? Whatever the case, Sharp was having none of it. “You’re diving in too quickly,” he said crossly. “You don’t know what sort of hot water you might be jumping into.” “It’s never stopped anyone throwing me in at the deep end before,” I protested. “Yes, well, I wasn’t your case officer then.” “You have been recently,” I said sniffily, “and I’ve been in some pretty deep water in the last week or so.” “New York is a different kettle of fish,” he said. “It’s a big place, we have few leads. I’m not sending you off on a blind Sophie-hunt.” “I thought you had CIA links,” I said, getting smart. “We do,” Sharp snapped. “And that information is a bit above your pay grade.”
