CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

LONDON-VAUXHALL CROSS, OFFICE OF D-OPS

25 JANUARY 0848 HOURS (GMT)

The phone on the desk rang, the red one, bleating once, twice, then a third time, before Kate stuck her head through the open doorway, asking, "You're going to get that?"

Very gingerly, right arm still aching at the shoulder, the muscles still relearning their role, Tara Chace picked up the handset.

"D-Ops," she said.


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