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                  Grant was a soft-spoken young man with a thin moustache which gave him a

               wimpish look, but was not really meant to fool anybody. He was as sharp as a
               sliver of glass and wasted no time on any preamble.
                  ‘There is the possibility, of course, that the young woman we have in the
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               citizen and seems to have lived  and  worked  in  New  York  until  a  couple  of
               years ago, then she turned up in the San Francisco area. There is evidence that
               she is a whizz with figures and dealt with various club and restaurant accounts
               which,  in  some  cases,  have  traces  of  Brokenclaw  Lee’s  ownership.  I  have

               people checking on all of this, because if she is genuine it is quite possible that
               you’ll come up against people who knew her here, and none of us consider this
               an amusing prospect. Make no mistake about it, Lee is totally ruthless. If she is
               the real Jenny Mo, you’ll be blown in about ten seconds flat.’
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                  ‘Yes, that could make things a trifle risky,’ Bond understated. ‘Might I ask if
               we’re to carry any protection?’
                  ‘Depends on what instructions you get.’ M was in his most uncompromising
               play-it-by-the-book mode. He turned to Grant, “How long will your teams take

               to whittle down the possibilities?’
                  ‘On  whether  Jenny  Mo  is  Jenny  Mo?  Difficult  to  say.  Twenty-four  hours
               probably.’
                  ‘Then it could be too late.’ M looked towards his Chief of Staff. ‘You’re

               running this operation, Tanner. What’s our deadline on Captain Bond and Ms
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               Chi-Ho?’
                  ‘I want them apparently coming off JAL 06 at Kennedy tomorrow night, sir,
               which means eleven thirty Eastern time, eight thirty to us. It’s not safe to leave

               it any later than that.’
                  ‘Do we maintain contact with Commander Rushia?’
                  ‘We’re  working  on  some  kind  of  link,  sir,  but  it  could  be  tenuous.  Q
               Branch’ve provided homers for James and Ms Chi-Ho, with a receiving unit

               for Commander Rushia. We have to work out details of direct contact between
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               Rushia and us.’ He paused, his brow furrowed. ‘I’d really like some kind of
               doomsday link between James and/or Chi-Chi and Rushia as well.’
                  ‘See that girl – what’s-her-name? The one the Armourer sent over.’

                  Bill Tanner suppressed a smile, knowing that M always put on his crusty act
               where  Ann  Reilly  was  concerned.  In  fact  they  all  knew  that  he  had  a  very
               tender spot for the girl. ‘I’ll see to it now, sir.’ He excused himself and hurried





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