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As Mitch and Ellen walked by his office, John Windsor motioned them in.
“What have you got?”
Ellen sat in a chair in front of John’s desk as Mitch paced.
“Confirmation.” Mitch handed him the paper.
John motioned for him to sit down. “Stop pacing.”
Mitch dropped into a chair next to Ellen.
“Good.” John handed the paper back to Mitch. “What else?”
Mitch looked at his phone. “Sam and Nick are following the three men now to find out where they are staying so we can bug their accommodation. I need the dialog translated daily ASAP. There’s also a hell of a lot of sea gazing go on so I need to keep Nick and Sam on observation.”
John nodded and jotted down a few words.
Mitch kept thinking out loud. “I need someone on the water looking back, looking around, trying to see what they are
