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'You're slippin', Elspeth. You could have just said no, but ... No comment means there's somethin' to comment on.' She looked at the glass again. It was empty now. No more procrastinatory mouthfuls to be had. She felt suddenly very vulnerable. It was that shivering dread that woke spin doctors in the middle of the night: the fear of having given something away. Elspeth didn't actually have much to give away, but that in itself was what she didn't want known. Beadie was dead right. Something had been brewing and she was out of the loop. Until that point, she'd taken this exclusion to have been merely a portent of her being passed over. Now she realised that she had been passed over to help facilitate such exclusion. Bee-eep. Bee-eep. Bee-eep. Her pager's peremptory shrieking was, for once, a welcome intrusion. Ah,' said Ian. 'Her Master's Voice. The bugs must have picked up my attempt to squeeze you for some gen. Probably a hidden microphone in the raspberry mille-feuilles. What's it say?' Elspeth watched the message scroll across the grey LCD window. ЕELSPETH SOS... GOT MESSAGE FROM A.L....... PETER REQUESTED YOU BY NAME ... GO TO 14 DUBLIN ST ASAFP... NAME ON BUZZER GRAHAM... 'It says God works in mysterious ways.' 39 containment . Parlabane had lost track of time. He had been staring at the envelope in his hand for, well, could have been two minutes, could have been ten. The screw had opened it and handed it to him, and he had immediately stuffed the pages back inside and returned to the cell. Sarah's handwriting was all he needed to see. Looking at her familiar, barely decipherable doctor-scrawl, an arcane calligraphy taught at medical schools the world over, was like probing the proverbial sore tooth. Actually reading it would be like Marathon Man. It was day six. Various survival mechanisms had kicked in - some subconsciously, some deliberate - to get him through this, get him through the fear, the isolation, the regret, the desperation and the lack of adequate male grooming facilities. But he knew he had nothing in reserve |
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