On the way back to Kensington Eli and Yuval didn’t discuss the lunch meeting – even in the most general terms. They kept their conversation strictly to London musicals, theatre, restaurants, the exchange rate and football. All the same, Eli could see Yuval struggling to restrain his body language, fighting to damp down the spring in his step and the smile on his face. But as soon as the door to the safe room at the embassy was shut behind them, Yuval ripped off the Westminster tie, tossed it on the table and fell back into the leather chair.
‘That went well,’ Yuval grabbed one of the laptops on the table and flipped open the lid. ‘So, the situation is that I need to write this up before I go to the airport. And you need to see whether I missed anything, anything at all. What are your head
