‘You did well,’ Yuval said. ‘Milne is sharp. But you did well. He’s one of those brainy Brits, well educated, with vision and experience. They’re a new generation. Seasoned by Northern Ireland and hardened by 7/7, Afghanistan, Iraq; the class war and Cold War disasters are ancient history.’
They were waiting for the bomb-proof door of the safe room at the embassy to swing open.
‘Update Rafi, I’ll go see if the kit we’re waiting for is in the bag; then you have to call Sweetbait’s brother and tell him to get out of the house. Do you want to run through it again?’
‘I’m pretty sure I’m okay. If you want to update Rafi I’ll get the diplomatic bag,’ Eli said.
‘They won’t let you sign for it.’ Yuval slapped Eli on the back. ‘Not yet anyway.’ The inference was clear and Eli felt warmed by it.
