I’m too big to fit in one of those seats, and that’s a fact. We are staying in a private house in Baghdad. Sorry, can’t say exactly where, my boss is nuts about secrecy. He has a pet phrase he bellows out when someone talks carelessly. Secrecy Equals Security. He is British, ex-Special Forces. One of those Public School types (in England Public School means private education, just to confuse you). Stiff upper lip, plays polo, father is probably an Earl or Viscount or something. We call him Goldilocks, because of his blond hair. Drives him crazy. Whoops, got to go, Goldilocks is calling. I haven’t been allocated a client yet, but when I do, I expect I won’t be allowed to tell you much anyway. Hope you are doing okay. Rory From: Grace Clements Dear Rory (I’m allowed to say that because I’m your wife – in fact there is probably a legal obligation for me to call you “Dear Rory”). The heating is much better now. I’ve been snooping in the desk and the bookcases in the living room.
