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The taxi ride to the hotel was quiet; Euro just stared out of the window and watched the wealthy streets of Monaco pass by.

“Would you like to go for a drink, Edith?” James could feel the tension as they exited the car. “In the hotel bar I mean.”

“Yes James I think I need one.”

They found a nice quiet table and sat down. James waved to the waiter who walked over to them, “What can I get you, Sir?”

James looked at Euro, “I’ll have a Talisker and Miss Euro.”

Euro sighed and said “A glass of white wine please.”

They sat in silence for a while; the waiter brought the drinks and left again.

Finally James said “It has to be Diamond.”

“James, Diamond has helped us for years. It was Diamond who gave us the balsamic sisters.”

“The who?”

“They were two Italian sisters who tried to steal top secret documents, by copying them with a pen filled with vinegar. They were going to sell the documents to Arthur Zest, the owner of the largest lemon orchard in the world.” She paused. “Diamond told us about the whole plan. So it can’t be him.”

“So it was a criminal plot, with a twist.”

Euro groaned and took a large gulp of her wine. “I’m going to contact HQ; I will see you for breakfast tomorrow.” Euro said before she finished her wine and stood up. “Goodnight James.”

“Goodnight Edith.” James couldn’t help notice that Euros breasts were almost at eye level from the chair he was sitting in. “I have to get one of these chairs.” He thought as Euro walked away from him and left the bar.

James ordered another Scotch, as a voice behind him said “I am Sacha Suckalot.”

James looked around at a tall dark haired 60 something, once was beauty. “Hello.” James said as he tried to remember where he had heard that voice before, it was soft but rough at the same time, southing yet commanding, where did he know it from?

“May I join you?” The sultry tones of Suckalot asked, “I see you are alone too.”

“Please take a seat.” James said as he eyed her once very pert but now, thankfully sagging breasts.

“Would you care for a top up?”

Sacha looked at James with a, “what up” look on her face.

“A top up, of your drink, would you like another drink?”

“Oh sorry, sometimes my English is not so good. Yes I would love another drink, a kir royale, please.”

James called the waiter over and ordered two more drinks.

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