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dramatic. But he would eventually come to the point. "Morgan met Anna Neville at the hospital where they treated Grau. He took her off to pour booze into her, and to pump her for what she knew. The cops here should never have allowed it, but if I know Morgan, he threw his weight around some. When he and Neville took off, the people who killed Grau must have been watching. They followed Morgan and the woman to a restaurant in North Beach. Someone, probably one of the guys in the Bronco, tossed a grenade through the door into the restaurant. Can you believeMorgan threw the damn thing into the street. The police were impressed with Colonel Fucking Morgan. And even more impressed after he gunned down three hoods in full survival gear. Morgan is good at killing civilians."
A rather unreasonable judgment, Marina thought, given the circumstances. "When did this Colonel Morgan attack these men?"
"Sometime after midnight."
"Where?" she murmured.
"Down the coast from San Francisco, about twenty or so miles. Morgan and the woman headed that way after the grenade attempt, and the people in the Bronco followed them again. Morgan set up an ambush and killed them."
"Your story is all rather vague, Yosip."
"There are pieces missing, but I'll find them."
"Yes, I have no doubt of that," Marina said thoughtfully. She decided that Yosip had just grown too expensive, too risky, to keep as an asset. Time was getting short; she wouldn't be able to dispose of him properly before she left the country. She might have to pass along the assignment. At least she wouldn't have to bed him again.
"About dawn a highway cop noticed a hole in a sand berm on the ocean side of a dangerous stretch of the Coast Highway, a place the locals call Devil's Slide. When he looked over the edge, he spotted some wreckage in the surf at the base of the cliff. I was trying to collect information on the Grau case from

 
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