A Spy by Nature

A Spy by Nature
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For all fans of TINKER TAILOR SOLDIER SPY comes this masterclass in suspense about a spy caught up in his own web of deception…Alec Milius is young, smart and ambitious – with a talent for deception. When a chance encounter opens the door to a career with MI6, he is desperate to make his mark.But life as a spy begins to take a terrible toll on himself and those around him, and soon Alec is chasing not just success but survival. Forced to work alone, he spins a web of deceit that traps him centre stage in a game of global espionage.In this new job, the difference between truth and a lie can be a matter of life and death. And for Alec, it’s getting harder to tell them apart…A Spy By Nature is the bestselling novel with which Charles Cumming announced his arrival as heir apparent to masters like John le Carré and Len Deighton; compellingly told, utterly authentic and heart-racingly intense, it will grip you till the very last page.

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Charles Cumming

A Spy By Nature


Copyright

HarperCollinsPublishers

1 London Bridge Street,

London, SE1 9GF

www.harpercollins.co.uk

First published in Great Britain by Penguin Books Ltd. 2001

Copyright © Charles Cumming 2001

Extract from The Sportswriter copyright © Richard Ford.

Published in Great Britain by Harvill Press 1986

Extract from The Uses of Enchantment copyright © Bruno Bettelheim.

Published in Great Britain by Thames & Hudson 1976

Extract from Rabbit Redux copyright © John Updike.

Published in Great Britain by André Deutsch 1972

‘Fake Plastic Trees’ Words and Music by Thom Yorke, Edward O’Brien, Colin Greenwood, Jonathan Greenwood and Philip Selway © 1994 Warner/Chappell Music Ltd., London W6 8BS.

Reproduced by permission of International Music Publications Ltd.

Charles Cumming asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work

A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library

This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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Source ISBN: 9780007416912

Ebook Edition © 2017 ISBN: 9780007416905

Version: 2017-06-27

Dedication

For Melissa

Epigraph

I remember, in fact, the Lebanese woman I knew at Berkshire College saying to me, after I told her how much I loved her: ‘I’ll always tell you the truth, unless of course I’m lying to you.’

Richard Ford, The Sportswriter

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Epigraph

Author’s Note

Part One

1995

One

An Exploratory Conversation

Two

Official Secrets

Three

Tuesday, 4 July

Four

Positive Vetting

Five

Day One/Morning

Six

Day One/Afternoon

Seven

Day Two

Eight

Pursuit of Happiness

Nine

This is Your Life

Ten

Meaning

Part Two

1996

Eleven

Caspian

Twelve

My Fellow Americans

Thirteen

The Searchers

Fourteen

The Call

Fifteen

Tiramisu

Sixteen

Hawkes

Seventeen

The Special Relationship

Eighteen

Sharp Practice

Nineteen

Seize the Day

Twenty

Creating Justify

Twenty-One

Being Rick

Twenty-Two

Plausible Deniability

Twenty-Three

The Case

Twenty-Four

Final Analysis

Part Three

1997

Twenty-Five

The Lure

Twenty-Six

The Approach

Twenty-Seven

The Sting

Twenty-Eight

Cohen

Twenty-Nine

Truth Telling

Thirty

Limbo

Thirty-One

Baku

Thirty-Two

End of the Affair

Thirty-Three

Caccia

Thirty-Four

Think

Thirty-Five

Fast Release

Thirty-Six

West

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About the Author

By Charles Cumming

About the Publisher

Author’s Note

Were the events of this story entirely true, they would inevitably breach clauses in The Official Secrets Act. Nevertheless, members of the intelligence community both in London and in the United States may find that they catch their reflection in the account which follows.

–C.C.

London, 2001

PART ONE

1995

If we hope to live not just from moment to moment, but in true consciousness of our existence, then our greatest need and most difficult achievement is to find meaning in our lives.

—Bruno Bettelheim, The Uses of Enchantment

ONE

An Exploratory Conversation

The door leading into the building is plain and unadorned, save for one highly polished handle. No sign outside saying FOREIGN AND COMMONWEALTH OFFICE, no hint of top brass. There is a small ivory bell on the right-hand side, and I push it. The door, thicker and heavier than it appears, is opened by a fit-looking man of retirement age, a uniformed policeman on his last assignment.

‘Good afternoon, sir.’

‘Good afternoon. I have an interview with Mr Lucas at two o’clock.’

‘The name, sir?’

‘Alec Milius.’

‘Yes, sir.’

This almost condescending. I have to sign my name in a book and then he hands me a security dog tag on a silver chain, which I slip into the hip pocket of my suit trousers.

‘Just take a seat beyond the stairs. Someone will be down to see you in a moment.’

The wide, high-ceilinged hall beyond the reception area exudes all the splendour of imperial England. A vast panelled mirror dominates the far side of the room, flanked by oil portraits of grey-eyed, long-dead diplomats. Its soot-flecked glass reflects the bottom of a broad staircase, which drops down in right angles from an unseen upper storey, splitting left and right at ground level. Arranged around a varnished table beneath the mirror are two burgundy leather sofas, one of which is more or less completely occupied by an overweight, lonely-looking man in his late twenties. Carefully, he reads and rereads the same page of the same section of The Times, crossing and uncrossing his legs as his bowels swim in caffeine and nerves. I sit down on the sofa opposite his.



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