LondontowneAt 9.30 the next morning, Dom Clem walked down to the garage underneath the Embassy building. He had slept like the proverbial log and felt refreshed and ready for the day ahead. That he thought he had worked out what was behind the confession of Art Nixdorf was also a factor in putting the spring into his step. He loitered around the blue Range Rover used by the ambassador and his wife. He had been told by one of the security men that the car came with bullet-proof glass and armour plating. Clem wondered whether this wasn’t an exaggeration, but given the state of the world, it would not have been a surprise if it were true. This thought led in turn to a worry. Jen was rarely, if ever, allowed to venture out without a security guard in tow, either following or driving her. How
