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Mitch read a text to Eva from John Windsor. “He’ll be back to us by tomorrow at the latest with our orders and we’re to sit tight until then.”
“That’s as good as a night off,” Eva said. She walked around Mitch’s hotel suite while he made coffee. Mitch studied her; she was agile for a big-boned woman, he thought. Her short cropped blond hair suited her and she had something about her that made you look twice, even if she could crush you to death in a bear hug.
“Have a look around if you like,” Mitch teased.
“Thanks. I am. It’s nice, very nice. I remember it before the renovation; they’ve done a good job. When is Adam returning?” She joined Mitch and sat on a stool opposite the kitchen bench.
“Any time in the next few days. If he doesn’t get back by then he can head straight back hom
