who liked to wear bunny ears and a six-inch skirt. Her own posts, in turn, revealed her to be an alumna of the “International Sex School.” He ended the search there. In just one hour of digging, he’d been able to compile a list of leads that might once have taken an intelligence agency months to find, as well as to tease out a fertile opportunity for blackmail. Although he’d begun his work as a reporter, in the end it was tough to shake the feeling that he’d become something else entirely: a spy.
