ABSTRACT

Manuel Dominguez was shivering. The room's air conditioning was on full blast. A thin little man, he suspected it had been turned up to weaken his will rather than to offset the heat and humidity of the July night. He had no idea where he was. He probably had been taken to another one of the safe houses the CIA kept outside Washington, D.C. Captain Joaquin Acosta, attached to State Security in Cuba's Ministry of Interior, had told him the Americans would not risk interrogating him at CIA Headquarters in Langley, Virginia. As a precaution, and as part of their standard operating procedure, they would take him elsewhere. If he was a double-agent, his presence at Headquarters could compromise their own agents.