The ContractorChapter 5 The Interlude
"Hello, Rick," the tall Englishman greeted me. "It's been quite a while, hasn't it?" "It has, Harold. Twelve years almost. You were with Interpol, on loan from your city police. Birmingham, wasn't it?" "That's right. I'd just started there and you were working with us on the human smuggling file. I wish I could say we put a stop to it, but all we managed was a finger in the dike." "I was on loan to INS at the time," I recalled. "That was an interesting two years. I got...