"Lindqvist himself?"
A pause. "Erik Lindqvist is seventy-three years old and runs a defence consultancy in Hellerup. He has had three meetings with Russian SVR contacts in the past eighteen months, all under commercial cover. We think he has known where the cache is since 1973 because he helped hide it. And now someone — we do not know who — has offered to buy it."
Plutonium. Hidden in Denmark for fifty years. Enough for two warheads, possibly three.
"Why is my name involved?"
"Because your translation is the only Western intelligence document that confirms the cache is real. If it surfaces, Lindqvist is finished. He wants it buried — along with whoever touched it."
Through your window, the white van has not moved. You can see the driver's side mirror from your angle. There is a phone mounted to it, facing your building.
Marcus is still talking. "I can offer you protection. A safe house in Frederiksberg, a new identity if it comes to that. But I need something from you first."