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ing in Washington soon. He may already be here. I must know where he is now and where he is going, the exact itinerary. Ten thousand dollars cash. Not in Grand Cayman. In Washington." |
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"I have heard nothing about any Arkady Karmann." |
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"Then see to it that you do hear. Very soon. And that's all the money you'll get. Your goods are being remaindered, Evangeline. The value will not hold up for long." |
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Camilla Varig stood. Her knees were trembling. "Goddamn you, Marina." She winced when the cold voice spoke again. |
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"Also." Marina had picked up the pistol and sighted along the barrel. "Colonel Morgan of your office. And the woman Anna Akhmatova Neville. I want to know everything about themwhere they are, where they have been, and where they are going." |
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"Is that all?" Now that she was about to escape Marina's presence, Camilla's anger surged to the surface. |
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"No. Give me your NSC identification." |
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Camilla was stunned for a moment, then took the folder from her purse and threw it at Marina. She strode toward the door with a bravado she was far from feeling. "I'll call you at the Georgetown number to tell you what you need to know." Now who's stupid, she thought; she can wait for that call until the cows come home. |
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Still sitting on the bed, bare legs crossed, pistol back on the pillow, Marina finished her vodka. "Close the door on your way out." |
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