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Queen’s Park, London – Two Weeks Later
On the TV screen the birds took off from the African river in massed panic desperate to evade the prowling cheetah on the dry riverbank. They soared higher and higher into the parched blue sky swirling away from danger. Eli leaned back into Gal’s arms; she loved the wildlife programmes.
For Eli, the flapping birds only made him think about the organisation’s reaction to Sweetbait. Officially, it was deemed a success; the intelligence conduits between MI6 and Mossad were wide open and raw data from the Qatar embassies in both London and Washington was now spewing like blood from a carotid artery. Survival was success. Product was success. Avoiding the prowling cheetah was success.
And now Eli was in London, on the sofa with Gal.
‘Do you think I
