Deighton Spy Novels & Stories

the Major asked. The man’s blank expression changed in a split second and he responded with a smile. “I’m quite fine, sir. The farm life somehow made me feel better.” “Did you enjoy your vacation?” The man nodded and maintained his smile as he responded. “Absolutely, sir.” “Sir,” the Chief interrupted. “Is he…?” “Ah, yes. Theo, I guess you already knew Brigadier Chief Chastain,” the Major said then he looked at the Chief. “Chief Chastain, this man in front of you, is the secret weapon of our Police Intelligence. He is our discreet spy, Theodore Doyle.”

Thinking of his actions earlier that day would have me falling for someone that I didn’t want to be involved with. “Hey. Instead of staying here and doing nothing… do you want to go out and maybe have some fun?” I thought of it and nodded. “Sure.” That was all he needed as he paid for the food and drinks and we were out of there in a heartbeat. *** Sophia’s pov I was going through the documents that my spy had sent me on this Dennis guy. A week ago I had told my spy to search for anything I could use against him and having to find out that I could use nothing against him was bad. His records were impeccable. He was clean.

My loyal men, discreetly planted among his ranks, had been feeding me invaluable updates on his every move. Today, I reviewed the latest report from my spies. The letter I was reading bore the familiar marks of our secret communication format, written in a language known only to us. The message detailed Tristan’s recent visit to a remote coastal village, where he had been pursuing a lead on Fiona’s whereabouts. I had ensured that my loyal informants would be close enough to observe his every move.

The crowd parted, making way for them. The uniformed federal agents walked straight over, looked at me, then at Declan. "We received a report that there's a spy here. Who made the report?" Declan raised his hand. "It's me! I'm reporting former military officer, Sierra Marks, for colluding with foreigners and corresponding with them! This child and the letters at my house are all evidence!" The federal agent frowned slightly and waved his hand. "Arrest them!"

Orlando asked his partner. “2015 I guess, that was the same year of the first incidence in Chicago.” Mike answered. “Then why are we working on this case our job is to track not toy around,” Orlando asked wondering why they had been handed the job of investigators. “They believe you can not only track them but bring them to book. They need your spying skills.” “I am no longer a physical spy I’m now a tech spy so why me? There are other amazing spy in California.” Orlando spoke “That’s why you are needed, think about it Jack, this could be your shot." Mike told Orlando then left the van.

They wanted to keep America safe, so who better to help them than the preeminent enfant terrible of the tech world? Nobody knew that for sure, though. For the rest of us, Dieter just… vanished. The end result was that he became something of a Keyser Söze figure. You know, out of The Usual Suspects? “The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist”? He became a boogeyman, a joke to tell your fellow hackers: Cover your tracks, or Dieter’ll get ya. For a while, rumors circulated on the hacking forums that Dieter had somehow predicted the stock market crash in 2008, bet hundreds of millions against the U.S. economy, and made tens of billions more – sort of like

“The spies we sent have reports on some sightings.” Dmitri turned to face him instantly and Dante handed him a thin folder. “Where?” His voice was clipped. “United Kingdom. However, they are still unsure of the identifications sir. Nothing confirmed. But if our suspicions are right… he’s using Christian’s obsession as cover. While Christian hunts Lily, Damien’s making his own moves.” Dmitri flipped the file open, scanning the photographs, the names, the so-called “deaths.” His gut twisted—breadcrumbs Damien wanted him to find, or mistakes Damien hadn’t meant to leave behind? Either way, Dmitri wasn’t going to sit still.

Damien pulled a dagger from his back pocket. I walked over and pushed Damien’s hand down. “We need him alive.” I looked at the trembling man on the floor. “I want details. Don’t leave anything out.” Damien crossed his arms. “He was a spy for me. I used him to get Mirabelle’s plans. Then I noticed he started acting weird. So I had someone follow him. Turns out he was with Mirabelle a couple months back at the hospital. She had an accident and lost the baby.”

The huge man stuttered seeing the far away look in Matteo's eyes, he didn't expect to see him here tonight and Matteo was here then Spade was here too He looked behind Matteo, his eyes on the door as he tried to come up with something to do quickly, he couldn't stall, not without knowing if Spade was following Matteo Matteo already knew, he already knew that Dom was the reason they came here tonight, he was the mole, the spy. The one who stole information from Spade and gave it to the enemy He could reach out for his gun right now and end him but they needed answers, why did he do this?

“She’s not the spy. Her daughter is. The girl reports to her mother, it has been so for years. Everything she tells Ariana, Ariana tells me.” “Who then is the spy?” Derek wanted to know. The suspense was killing him. “It’s your executive assistant/secretary, Diane Henson.” “No!” Derek was shocked. “That cannot be possible.” “It is. Ariana had Diane before she married Russ Connolly. She has worked with you for nearly a decade and she knows everything there is to know about you. Please, don’t be mad at her. Spying on you was her mother’s request as her payback for speaking to me about Diane’s intention to work with you. She was happy to do it because it seemed harmless enough, which it was, an