The Other Woman
From Daniel Silva, the No.1 New York Times bestselling author, comes a modern masterpiece of espionage, love, and betrayal.She was his best-kept secret …In an isolated village in the mountains of Andalusia, a mysterious Frenchwoman begins work on a dangerous memoir. It is the story of a man she once loved in the Beirut of old, and a child taken from her in treason’s name. The woman is the keeper of the Kremlin’s most closely guarded secret. Long ago, the KGB inserted a mole into the heart of the West – a mole who stands on the doorstep of ultimate power.Only one man can unravel the conspiracy: Gabriel Allon, the legendary art restorer and assassin who serves as the chief of Israel’s vaunted secret intelligence service. Gabriel has battled the dark forces of the new Russia before, at great personal cost. Now he and the Russians will engage in a final epic showdown, with the fate of the postwar global order hanging in the balance.
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2018
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Copyright © Daniel Silva 2018
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Source ISBN: 9780008280918
Ebook Edition © July 2018 ISBN: 9780008280925
Version: 2018-08-17
Once again, for my wife, Jamie, andmy children, Nicholas and Lily
He was given a new lease on life when the Centre finally suggested that he take part in the training of a new generation of agents at the KGB spy school, a job he accepted with great enthusiasm. He proved an excellent teacher, imparting what he knew with pleasure, patience and devotion. He loved the work.
—YURI MODIN, My Five Cambridge Friends
And what does anyone know about traitors, or why Judas did what he did?
—JEAN RHYS, Wide Sargasso Sea
Contents
Dedication
Part One: Night Train to Vienna
7. King Saul Boulevard, Tel Aviv
9. King Saul Boulevard, Tel Aviv
15. British Embassy, Washington
Part Two: Pink Gin At the Normandie
40. Wormwood Cottage, Dartmoor
41. Wormwood Cottage, Dartmoor
42. Wormwood Cottage, Dartmoor
44. Wormwood Cottage, Dartmoor
61. SVR Headquarters, Yasenevo
65. British Embassy, Washington
67. Wisconsin Avenue, Washington
68. Wisconsin Avenue, Washington
69. Wisconsin Avenue, Washington
70. Wisconsin Avenue, Washington
71. Chesapeake Street, Washington
72. Wisconsin Avenue, Washington
73. Wisconsin Avenue, Washington
77. Chesapeake Street, Washington
The car was a Zil limousine, long and black, with pleated curtains in the rear windows. It sped from Sheremetyevo Airport into the center of Moscow, along a lane reserved for members of the Politburo and the Central Committee. Night had fallen by the time they reached their destination, a square named for a Russian writer, in an old section of the city known as Patriarch’s Ponds. They walked along narrow unlit streets, the child and the two men in gray suits, until they came to an oratory surrounded by Muscovy plane trees. The apartment house was on the opposite side of an alley. They passed through a wooden doorway and squeezed into a lift, which deposited them onto a darkened foyer. A flight of stairs awaited. The child, out of habit, counted the steps. There were fifteen. On the landing was another door. This one was padded leather. A well-dressed man stood there, drink in hand. Something about the ruined face seemed familiar. Smiling, he spoke a single word in Russian. It would be many years before the child understood what the word meant.
