TWENTY-SEVEN
27 The traffic meanders at an agonisingly slow pace, shuffling and pausing. I can only see the back of the driver's head. He has a soldier's haircut and wrap-around sunglasses, looking ridiculous as he is wearing them at night. "Where are you taking me?" "To see someone important." "Who?" "You'll find out when we get there." "And where is there, by the way?" "There is where we are going." "There must be some mistake." "You are Justin Andrew Grave. You are sixty-three years of age. You worked for MI5 for nearly forty years. You are the youngest of five children, with one brother and three sisters. Your brother passed away suddenly seven years ago. You went to Littlegrove School in East Barnet and then Challoner School for Boys in Woodside Park. You lived in East Barnet, to begin
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