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St John’s Wood, London – Five Hours Later
After his afternoon at Lord’s and on his way to the Spanish Bar Eli phoned Rafi. He was walking out of the cricket ground with a bustling crowd all heading towards St John's Wood tube station. The air was festive with people who'd had the day off work and who'd sat in the fresh air and watched the greatest game in the world.
Phone clamped to his ear, Eli didn't tell Rafi where he was meeting Red Cap, but he did say that contact had been made, he was going alone and why; the watchers had screwed up again.
Rafi said, ‘It’s too bad. They're all good kids from the best units.’
‘I know that, but if we keep using the same methods we've used for the last fifty years, then anyone in the business can spot it. Don't forget Red Cap has done the Britis
