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West Kensington, London – Thirty Seconds Later
Eli watched Petra and Rafi walk down the narrow lounge and disappear from sight. As soon as they’d disappeared, the man in the blue suit who’d been drinking coffee at the end of the lounge ambled over to Eli. He sat down on one of the empty chairs; Yuval, the man in the blue suit, poured coffee from the cold cafetière into Rafi’s empty cup and tossed the liquid to the back of his throat. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and grimaced at the taste. Then he took the directional mic out of his ear and dropped it into a small box that was in his pocket.
‘She looks okay,’ Yuval said. ‘At least from where I was sitting. The connection with Alon is useful. Did you really visit him on the moshav as you told her?’
‘As a matter of fa
