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to know, not just have some kind of an instinct.’

‘Okay, then – I know where he is. The Muir Woods meeting’s almost
certainly a blind. Sure, it’s probably some sort of ambush as well, but I’m
heading for the place I know he’s at.’
‘So what do I do? Sit on my thumbs and eat Gummi Bears?’
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‘We’re all supposed to be in that conference tomorrow morning, Ed. Well,
sure as hell, Chi-Chi isn’t going to be there. Neither am I, and if you agree to
help, neither will you.’
‘Is that right? We going AWOL, James? If you say yes to that, I didn’t hear

you. What I heard was we’re taking some of the leave due to both of us.’
‘You’ll come?’
‘Only if you’re really sure.’
‘Near as dammit.’
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‘That’s near enough for me. Hey,’ Rushia’s eyes were focused on something
near the sagging drapes. ‘What the heck’s that doo-hickey down there?’
Bond saw it as Rushia pointed. Something small, glinting on the carpet. He
reached down and came up with a stick pin, the kind of thing people wore in

their lapels to show they belonged to the Rotarians or the Elks. This one had
three tiny letters fixed to its head. The letters spelled out FBI.
‘So now we know who snatched her.’ Bond looked blankly at the pin. ‘I’m
not only going to get Brokenclaw, but I think I’ll probably also have a go at

those crooks Nolan and Wood.’
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‘Just say the word, James, and I’m with you.’
‘It’s more than just a word, Ed. I need inside help. Information. I need to
know stuff that I think you can get for me.’

‘Shoot.’
Bond talked carefully for a good half-an-hour. When he had finished, Rushia
leaned back in his chair. ‘There’s an awful lot of it, James, but I can probably
get it all within an hour or so – make that two hours, so why don’t you get this

place squared away while I go and do the jobs? I’ll call you as soon as I have
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anything. Better, I’ll come and pick you up but I also think we’ve got to watch
our backs; leave some billay doo, as they say in Paris, France, just to make
certain the old folks at home know roughly where we’re heading.’

‘I leave that entirely to you, Ed, but the last thing I want is the cavalry
coming to my rescue. If I’m going to do this, I’m going to do it alone. It’s an
end game. Me and Brokenclaw alone.’

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