For love and money, an FBI misfit becomes a double agent
Me was middleaged, married and misunderstood. She was understanding.
They managed furtive meetings, sometimes in her apartment, occasionally at a fast-food cafe or ill-lit parking lot and, once, during a reckless, heady weekend in San Francisco. Yet theirs was no ordinary tale of frustrated needs and petty betrayals.
Richard Miller, 47, was a 20-year veteran of the FBI whose counterintelligence work gave him easy access to secret documents dealing with the activities of Soviet aliens. Apparently for love and money, he passed a broad...