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ion. She usually knew to the dollar the value of her commodities. She was, after all, close to one of the most powerful men in Washington. If Camilla said something was worth a quarter million dollars, it probably was. |
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"I may have trouble finding that much," she said dubiously. |
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"I don't think so," Camilla said. "It's a bargain at the price. I want something else, too." |
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Bitch, Marina thought. She has me and she knows it. "Else? What ever else can there be?" |
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"One uninterrupted night. Tonight." |
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Marina breathed a long sigh of relief. What a wonderful thing was love, she thought sardonically. "You know I can't deny you anything, my dear," she said. |
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"I want the money in my Cayman Islands account by the end of this week." |
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"Difficult," Marina said. |
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"But doable. I will meet you at nine. Our place." |
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"Is that all the information I am to have now?" |
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"A minister of the Russian Executive Committee is being run as an Amerian agent by Vincent Kellner. Think about it," Camilla said, and broke the connection. |
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Genuinely startled, Marina placed the telephone gently in its cradle. Information of this magnitude could make her the most powerful woman in the Intelligence Directorate. It is getting late, she thought, too close to the day that infernal Device is to go off. But when I return to Moscow, it will be in triumph. |
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As she started toward the door to leave, the computer screen changed colors and began to print out a message. She stopped abruptly and watched it with something akin to dread. This was the first time her private communications system had indicated a direct message from Russia. |
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The numbers were in four-digit groups, and there were |
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