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Stiles walked out of his study with his arms raised and a cigarette in his mouth. Four guns were trained on him. He was pushed into the lounge room where Cerberus was sitting, hunched forward over his cane. “You have a lovely home, Tom.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“Such a pity about all this, Tom. Such a pity. Where’s the book?”
“The book is in the study.”
“Go get it,” Cerberus ordered. “You can lower your hands, Tom. Have another cigarette.”
“Tell me, before you kill me. What’s the real value of the book?”
“Child’s play, Tom. A simple code contained in the most powerful technology in the world—a book. That code can be reconstructed a million times. I simply place the torn pages at certain sections, and I receive my instructions, my new identity, and the names of my accomplices. But
