(↝via waxy via kathrynyu, which is like getting a christmas card from your neighbor via Tokyo.)
“
March, he discovered, was good spying weather. Something about the fierce skies full of racing clouds or the spring rains blowing slantwise past his window gave him courage—in a climate of turbulence one could put aside thoughts of consequences.
—Alan Furst, Dark Star
Is this like an alternate history where Jerry becomes a CIA asset? Haight-Ashbury Station Chief?
The Day of the Dire Wolf.