Undercover with FBI Counterintelligence
Early 1994, Washington DC
FBI Special Agent John H arrived in Washington from Albuquerque along with a thunderstorm of flashflood proportions.

The hunt for a new mole inside the U.S. intelligence community was about to commence.
John H had compiled a two-page "shopping list" from vetting Edward Howard's manuscript.
John H suggested I get Howard to trip up, further contradict himself, and thereby weaken his resistance to the truth by catching him in a web of lies.
The Cubans, wrote Howard, knew of a lesbian within CIA's ranks and wanted to compromise and blackmail her.
What had become of their operation to entrap this officer?
"If Ed had nothing to offer the Russians, as he claims, how come he was able to get so buddy-buddy with Kryuchkov?" posed John H.
"This itself would be considered espionage," said John H. "Will he confirm that he positively identified these officers?"
"The answer," said John H, "is because we can convict him. We have enough testimony. Ed knows this and he knows we know. From your perspective, Ed's got to be more believable about why he chose to flee to Moscow if he hadn't done anything wrong."
Next
item: Howard's contradictions regarding
Adolph Tolkachev, the Russian defense scientist arrested, tried and executed
for espionage after Howard exposed him.
"The idea of running a train car full of computers and spy devices right through the heart of the USSR was something that the boys at Langley could not resist doing."
Is this for real? Do you know more details?
He produced an envelope stuffed with hundred dollar bills, expense money for my trip.
"You're on your own in Zurich," he added. "Usually, CIA would watch the action, but we've told them to stay clear. No notice will be given to the Swiss government. You've got a clear playing field. The downside, of course, is that there's no back-up, no one's there for you."
Gee, thanks.
Bad news arrived next morning through a fax from Howard:
He would not
be coming to "the kids place" (Zurich) after all.
The Russian Government, he said, had
instructed him to freeze all foreign travel until after the trial of Aldrich Ames.
Howard requested that I come see
him in Moscow instead.
This,
of course, would require a whole new set of approvals from the Big Cheese
Family.
John
H was disappointed.
Finally, the FBI was all gung-ho, and now he'd have to tell his fromagerie that our Swiss rendezvous was a no-go.
Finally, the FBI was all gung-ho, and now he'd have to tell his fromagerie that our Swiss rendezvous was a no-go.
Joseph and Sultan at National Press were none too pleased either. I visited their offices to commiserate with them.
"And we finally paid part of his advance," said Sultan. "I bet the CIA would love to see this." Sultan showed me the wiring instruction, which identified Howard's numbered Swiss account:
234-877-60T, Union Bank of Switzerland,
Zurich.
"Would you like The Author's Swiss bank account details?"