Harphan entered Lahore not as a soldier with a rifle, but as a ghost with a smile. In the 1960s, the "tools of the trade" weren't high-tech gadgets; they were iron-clad nerves and the ability to lie to a man while sharing his salt. To the Indian intelligence officers back home, he was an asset. To the Pakistani officers he befriended, he was a loyal companion. But to himself, he was becoming a man without a face.
Living as a mukhbir (informer) meant inhabiting a "disposable" existence. Every morning was a gamble: would he gain the intelligence needed to stop an advance, or would a single slip of the tongue lead to a shallow grave? He moved through the streets of Lahore, weaving himself into the fabric of the enemy’s military circles to uncover the secrets of and Operation Grand Slam . mukhbirsspy-s01-hevc-zip
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