Purge on the Potomac Page 43
As the electrical contractor’s van crossed over the state lines in West Virginia, it pulled into a rest area where the occupants abandoned the van and split up into two other vehicles whose drivers were waiting on them. The large tubes were now in duffel bags and loaded into the trunks of the cars.
As the first car sped up and entered the interstate, one of the men reached over to the passenger in the front seat to shake his hand.
“Congratulations, Comrade Volkov! The Americans must learn to pay their debts!”
