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The CIA man shook his head. ‘Doubt it. They also have around four to five

very successful bands who make big money. Anyway, we don’t know the tie-in
yet. They own a small studio in New York and another in LA. New York’s
going to run a trace on the company. See who owns it, who’s behind it. If their
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betting’s on Mr Lee holding a lot of stock in Silver Service, Inc.’
One of the telephones rang and Mac answered with a series of noncommittal
grunts and sighs. ‘Well, that just about settles it,’ he said, not even looking at
Grant as he cradled the instrument. ‘Salinas tower says there was a damned

great limo there within fifteen minutes of the Gulfstream landing. Carted the
passengers away. They thought it was for another corporate they’re expecting
within the hour.’
‘What about . . . ?’
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Mac overrode Grant, ‘The airplane? Salinas switched on every light they
could to assist the landing. Seems their port engine has gotten problems. There
was a lot of oil loss and smoke as they came in. They – Salinas tower – say
there’s no doubt it was a genuine emergency landing.’

Grant grunted. ‘And I suppose they radioed for a limo while wrestling with
the controls.’
‘Bit fishy, eh?’ from M.
‘Like swimming in a vat full of tuna sandwiches.’

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There had been absolutely no panic on board the Gulfstream when the

emergency began. This was no reflection on anyone’s bravery or courage, for
the knuckle-dragging Bone Bender Ding had come to the rear of the cabin and
told them that they might well experience some alarming manoeuvres within

the next few minutes. ‘We have a small piece of deception going on.’ Ding’s
smile showed two rows of gold teeth and, Bond thought, a narrowing of the
man’s eyes which gave him an undeniably sinister look. The face said, ‘I enjoy
inflicting pain and death.’
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‘This is a precaution only.’ The eyes had become very thin slits by now.
‘There is a small possibility that your arrival in the country has been detected,
so Mr Lee insists that we play a game in order to throw off any possible
surveillance. You understand me, Mr Abelard?’

‘I can only thank Mr Lee for his foresight and protection.’
Ding’s smile spread wider across his face. ‘You will be able to thank Mr

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