"Start where we and your side may have last spotted him, Britain, France, and Belgium."
"Ah, that's quite a tall order, lad. Since that's where the security services might have seen him, there's much more intelligence on him. Let me show you what I mean.” Maurice struggled to his feet, shuffled over to his computer where he eased himself down into his cushioned chair, and flipped on the machine. The screen remained dull green. “Pet’s rather wonky since I installed a new anti-virus program,” he said over his shoulder to Pablo at his side.
Two columns of icons finally filled the screen’s left side. “Pet’s alive. These are old databases. Five let me source them for my memoirs research before it shelves them in the National Archives out in Kew." He started pecking at the keys, maneuvering th
