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Spy Girl
The memo from HQ reads as follows: Olive stones. Very dubious involvement of suspect from Morocco. Go to La Bobadilla. Find out all you can. Sorely tempted to try out my new sedative dart gun on the outward flight full of frightful stags and hens, before I arrive in Malaga. The thought of someone with a…
I open the letter. The Silk Room. One hundred years. Family. Tuesday. Typically nondescript. I better have another Belgian truffle. Brain food. Anyway, I’m booked in for a body wrap on Monday; clearly not something the clever-clogs who came up with moment on the lips, lifetime on the hips ever discovered. He must be new.…