How Spies Die

How Spies DieJust before noon on most days in 1969, I'd take a lazy drive through the streets of Da Nang, a port city in Vietnam. I would stop at some point for a walk along the riverfront, or browse for a few minutes at a newsstand or stroll through the chaotic marketplace. Later I would drive to the city soccer field, where I looked for a small chalk mark on a faded yellow wall, a signal from one of my agents that he had reports to deliver.This was my little corner of the Vietnam war, a dark a...