Griffin burst into Niven’s office, obviously excited.
‘What?’ asked Niven.
‘We have another useful asset besides the one in Maros, Sulawesi. We have someone in Jakarta. I just found out. Real deep cover. A woman — Mata Hari type.’
Niven raised his eyebrows.
‘You’re not gonna believe whose bed she’s been lying in. Bloody Suluang’s!’