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“Tom, over here, mate,” Paul called above the din, waving one hand in the air.
“Morning, Paul. How are you today, mate?” Tom said, as a waiter hovered. “I’ll have what he’s having, thanks.”
“Yes, sir, that will be the continental breakfast and a pot of tea?”
“Yeah, cheers.” The waiter darted off with a brief bow.
“Tom, would you be interested in attending a few meetings with me this morning? Don’t worry, you won’t need to do anything, just accompany me, that’s all. How about it?”
“Where?”
“Just around the corner from here, on Twenty-first Street. Two to three hours, tops, and then a joint meeting with the FBI and CIA. I promise it won’t be a full day,” Paul said, just as the waiter delivered two pots of tea.
Tom poured a cup of tea and as the steam cleared, he saw Anna sitting a
