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Pall Mall, London – The Next Day
On the way to The Travellers Club Eli broke protocol and discussed business on the street. Once again, he broached the subject of Red Cap’s retirement; and, once again, Yuval was intransigent. The problem, the unsolvable problem, was success. As Yuval put it, not only was Red Cap’s American product valuable but the prospect of any intelligence about the Qatari RAT was too good to miss. Thanks to Eli’s handling, the agent was finally under control; it would be like cutting your d**k off before a sure thing.
‘He’s not stable,’ Eli insisted. They were walking down from Piccadilly towards Pall Mall, dodging the tourists with cameras and the scurrying people on the pavement. ‘I can’t be sure what he’s going to do and the pressure from his wife is making hi
