Sam Durell's work for the C.I.A. was lonely, dangerous, mean and dirty. The risks went unheralded by medals and Sunday supplement stories. Death walked with the man who yielded to a moment's carelessness, or who was unlucky, and death came in ugly, small ways -- in a Hong Kong alley, a train in Poland, a traffic accident on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan. It came with a knife, a garrotte, or a push under crushing, spinning wheels…
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