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him. That’s all.’

She took a deep breath. ‘I want you to stay here. Not to go out. Just stay
here. Don’t answer the telephone. Just rest here.’
‘If you say so.’
‘I might truly be able to help you.’
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‘How?’
‘Maybe by doing what you were going to suggest.’

‘Golly, Wanda, I don’t know how to advise you. Gee, I can’t send you out on
that kind of assignment.’

‘Ed, it’s me, Wanda. You’re not talking to some unsuspecting hicksville
dummy, so quit the “Golly Wanda” stuff with me. I know what I’m doing.’
‘But the guy’s got one hell of a reputation. I mean, you’ve seen the reports . .
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.’
‘I’m willing to risk all that. Yes, I know he’s supposed to be insatiable as far

as women are concerned. I’m ready and quite able to deal with it.’
Wanda had left her apartment and called Ed Rushia from a payphone. He
picked her up in a battered old Chevy half an hour later and they drove out on

to 101, crossing the Golden Gate Bridge and parking at one of the picnic and
photographic areas which gave them a panoramic view of the bay and the city.
‘I’m not at all sure that, even if I went along with it, I can sanction any
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at all.’
‘Then what if I take full responsibility? What if I just disappear? For
heaven’s sake, Ed, we’ve spent hours trying to figure out a way to get a
penetration into Lee’s entourage. If I can do it and come back with some decent

information . . .’
‘I can’t order this and I can’t sanction it, either.’ Rushia clamped his jaw
firmly closed. ‘Sure, we need someone in there, but you. It’s asking too much.
You do realise what you’d have to do?’
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She sighed. ‘Yes, I’ll have to sleep with him, possibly suffer indignities. I’m
going in with my eyes open. It might become very unpleasant and risky, but I
accept that. I’ll be doing it for my country.’
Rushia grunted, and the pair remained silent for the best part of two minutes.

At last he shifted in the driving seat, turning to look at her. ‘Doesn’t matter
what I say, does it? You’re going, whatever. Right?’

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