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jeweller tests the strength of it. It’s point four of a precent stronger than the real thing. That’s the only difference.”
I’m not convinced and I tell myself that I won’t be wearing it … at all.
“What about Flossy? Will someone be looking after her while I’m away?”
They both tilt their heads and stare at me as if I’ve asked a stupid question, “We have that taken care of.” Simon assures me.
“Do they know that she likes meat in the evening and dry biscuits in the morning?”
Simon still stares.
“What? I’m going overseas to have some stranger look after my cat. These questions are normal Simon.” I stomp my foot.
Liz goes over the rest of the trinkets for me to understand what they actually do. I have a red lipstick that is laced with a sedative if ingested. Hairspray that acts as a neutraliser against gas when sprayed over my face, and another diamond-encrusted bracelet that lets off CS gas when it’s cracked open. She bundles everything into a Louis Vuitton toiletries bag and hands it to me.
“And, of course, your passport,” she says as she slides the dark blue passport into the toiletries bag. “Be careful. These guys don’t suffer fools easily.”
“I’ll be fine. Step aside 007, Mia Thyme will take it from here.” I laugh as I hold up the toiletries bag.
Simon shakes his head. I know he hates it when I joke at times like this. I just wish they’d both lighten up. I can’t take the constant seriousness. I know this is dangerous.
I breathe in deep and hug them both before making my way back down to my car. Either Simon or Liz has thankfully parked it here for me. Thank goodness they listen to everything in the mansion and act as quickly as I need them to. I couldn’t do this without either of them. I may think I’m on my own with this, but it’s far from the case. I might not play by the agency’s rules, but where I lack in knowledge and understanding of espionage, Simon and Liz surpass me in all areas. They’re the best in the business and they have my back. This should all be over with soon.
I pull the car to a sudden stop at the front gates of Tench’s mansion. Toni arrives behind me as the gates open. Briskly parking the Mercedes into the mansion’s car park, I grab my toiletries bag full of covert gadgets and make my way towards the front doors.
Toni stands at the front steps. His large frame jiggles as he rumbles with laughter. “You sure know how to drive that car, Miss Miranda. I had a real hard time catching you.”
I smile and slap Toni on the side of the arm jovially. “Lucky I’m not going to do a runner then.” I wink.
Toni pauses for a moment before he laughs again. Hopefully he realises that I’m not going anywhere, but I could if I wanted to. Tench is waiting just inside and is looking at his watch when Toni opens the door for me. I almost want to sigh as I see how well put together he is, as usual. As if it’s in slow motion, he tosses a worn leather jacket over the shoulder of his black Gant polo shirt with one hand, and adjusts the shirt into his dark grey trousers with the other hand.
“We’ve got to leave straight away. What took you so long?” Tench frowns.
I unzip the toiletries bag. “Besides the essential girly products, I thought I had better find this,” I say as I pull out the passport.
Tench’s eyes narrow as he spots something within the bag. “You kept the diamond after all?” he questions.
“There’s no need to get rid of something so beautiful. Plus, what else was I going to do with her? Everyone knows she’s mine.” I feel like I have passed my mini interrogation.
“Yes, she is.” Tench’s statement is loaded with double meaning.
He snatches the passport held within my grip and flicks it open.
“Miranda Davis.” He smiles. “Why didn’t I know your last name until now?” His eyes narrow again.
Is this a question or a statement? I feel the blood drain from my face. Is this the agency’s sick
I’m not convinced and I tell myself that I won’t be wearing it … at all.
“What about Flossy? Will someone be looking after her while I’m away?”
They both tilt their heads and stare at me as if I’ve asked a stupid question, “We have that taken care of.” Simon assures me.
“Do they know that she likes meat in the evening and dry biscuits in the morning?”
Simon still stares.
“What? I’m going overseas to have some stranger look after my cat. These questions are normal Simon.” I stomp my foot.
Liz goes over the rest of the trinkets for me to understand what they actually do. I have a red lipstick that is laced with a sedative if ingested. Hairspray that acts as a neutraliser against gas when sprayed over my face, and another diamond-encrusted bracelet that lets off CS gas when it’s cracked open. She bundles everything into a Louis Vuitton toiletries bag and hands it to me.
“And, of course, your passport,” she says as she slides the dark blue passport into the toiletries bag. “Be careful. These guys don’t suffer fools easily.”
“I’ll be fine. Step aside 007, Mia Thyme will take it from here.” I laugh as I hold up the toiletries bag.
Simon shakes his head. I know he hates it when I joke at times like this. I just wish they’d both lighten up. I can’t take the constant seriousness. I know this is dangerous.
I breathe in deep and hug them both before making my way back down to my car. Either Simon or Liz has thankfully parked it here for me. Thank goodness they listen to everything in the mansion and act as quickly as I need them to. I couldn’t do this without either of them. I may think I’m on my own with this, but it’s far from the case. I might not play by the agency’s rules, but where I lack in knowledge and understanding of espionage, Simon and Liz surpass me in all areas. They’re the best in the business and they have my back. This should all be over with soon.
I pull the car to a sudden stop at the front gates of Tench’s mansion. Toni arrives behind me as the gates open. Briskly parking the Mercedes into the mansion’s car park, I grab my toiletries bag full of covert gadgets and make my way towards the front doors.
Toni stands at the front steps. His large frame jiggles as he rumbles with laughter. “You sure know how to drive that car, Miss Miranda. I had a real hard time catching you.”
I smile and slap Toni on the side of the arm jovially. “Lucky I’m not going to do a runner then.” I wink.
Toni pauses for a moment before he laughs again. Hopefully he realises that I’m not going anywhere, but I could if I wanted to. Tench is waiting just inside and is looking at his watch when Toni opens the door for me. I almost want to sigh as I see how well put together he is, as usual. As if it’s in slow motion, he tosses a worn leather jacket over the shoulder of his black Gant polo shirt with one hand, and adjusts the shirt into his dark grey trousers with the other hand.
“We’ve got to leave straight away. What took you so long?” Tench frowns.
I unzip the toiletries bag. “Besides the essential girly products, I thought I had better find this,” I say as I pull out the passport.
Tench’s eyes narrow as he spots something within the bag. “You kept the diamond after all?” he questions.
“There’s no need to get rid of something so beautiful. Plus, what else was I going to do with her? Everyone knows she’s mine.” I feel like I have passed my mini interrogation.
“Yes, she is.” Tench’s statement is loaded with double meaning.
He snatches the passport held within my grip and flicks it open.
“Miranda Davis.” He smiles. “Why didn’t I know your last name until now?” His eyes narrow again.
Is this a question or a statement? I feel the blood drain from my face. Is this the agency’s sick
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