
The redhead hailed a taxi, asking to be taken to the Savoy. As she did so, a man in a fawn mackintosh registered her. Reaching into his pocket, he dialled a number on his mobile 'phone.
"Hullo," he whispered, "Scotland Yard. This is Sergeant Joseph. Andrea Van just entered Britain on a false passport."
On the bank of the Thames

"Ms. Madison here," she sighed lazily.
"Lynette!" the voice started her out of bed, for it was the voice of her father, Superintendent Horace Madison of Scotland Yard. "What exactly is your friend up to?"
"Friend..., what?" she asked confused.
"I know you work for the Green Man!" the detective exclaimed hotly. "Well, his trigger girl arrived at the City of London Airport a few minutes ago. If anyone gets murdered...."

"I'll make sure I'm no-where near," she chuckled. "The stakes are too high otherwise, daddy. But last night I heard threats so terrible I had to act."
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