The Spy Who Loved Eveline – Excerpt No. 69

He was starting to wonder if L was a subscriber. Briefings like these were usually far less explicit and to the point. Somehow none of the letters appear to be bothered by the footage shown. Just me?

“We believe that’s how Éveline met Tessa,” L droned off.

“Sir,” Smythe said. “Is there a point to this?”

Square vintage-framed briefing room. A younger man in an open collar turns from the table mid-question. An older man in a dark suit stands by a wall screen showing only a blurred figure. Other suited men sit unmoved. Coffee mug and ashtray on the wood table. The Letters are not bothered; Smythe is.

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