Sinead Morrissey was smiling at her laptop. The powers that be had baulked at the overtime claimed by Sinead’s team. But the hard work had paid off. Guernica had let slip a comment on the Dark Web that revealed a clandestine meeting scheduled for that evening in the Cuban bar at the quayside in Bordeaux.
Eoin and Dermot had finished their research for the day and had taken a river bus to the museum of wine. The fine wines on offer at the top of the modern swirling building were exquisite. A free glass of 1996 Margaux had whetted their appetite and they headed for a riverside brasserie in the evening sunshine.
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