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‘Everything normal?’ he asked when he got back into the apartment. Chi-Chi or

Myra or both had made more coffee, and there was a plateful of sandwiches.
‘Fine.’ Chi-Chi smiled at him, as if to say together they could conquer the
world. ‘Myra’s worried about getting arrested.’
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‘Don’t lose a wink over it, Myra. I’ve been arrested a hundred times.
Nothing to it.’ He picked up the apartment phone and called the contact number,

spending several minutes ordering three jumbo pizzas with all the trimmings
while the women sat open-mouthed.
‘Myra has enough here to feed an army.’ Chi-Chi held out the plate which

looked as though someone had tried to make a model of the Leaning Tower of
Pisa from bread, smoked salmon and cheese.
‘An army doesn’t live on smoked salmon alone. Armies like us need other
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things – camp followers, nurses, air support.’
Chi-Chi raised an eyebrow at this piece of whimsy and Bond thought to

himself that she had incredible control over it.
‘Will they put me in jail?’ Myra asked, anxious and getting quite close to
hysteria.

‘Not if you’re a good girl and eat your sandwiches. Try to relax, Myra. I
want you with all your wits about you. Another friend’s coming up shortly.’ He
took his fourth sandwich and munched on it happily. ‘We could always play
Trivial Pursuit while we wait. Do you have Trivial Pursuit, My
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She shook her head, but did not speak.
‘How about Mahjong?’
‘Yes, if we have to.’
‘We don’t have to do anything, Myra. Just stay calm and wait.’

The downstairs buzzer went about half-an-hour later.
‘Pizzas from Curve’s Deli.’ Rushia’s growl came out covered in static.
‘Come right up,’ Bond answered.
He had the chauffeur’s peaked cap pushed on to the back of his head.
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‘There’s your eats.’ He gave the big smile to the women. ‘Do yourself proud
here. Very nice.’
‘You got the other thing?’
He nodded. ‘I’m to slog around passing messages for you, and I’ve got

another little job if you can manage it.’
‘I hope you’ve got somebody watching that limo.’ Bond took the photograph.

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