Richards and Westwood were still sitting in the Chief of Station’s office, relaxing in easy chairs with a coffee pot and the remains of a plate of sandwiches littering the table in front of them. ‘Our guys are still keeping a close eye on the Russians, but they now seem to have split up their teams. They’ve kept watchers outside some of the larger railway stations, but most of them are just driving around the major streets, concentrating on the bus routes. We reckon they must have lost sight of their target, and now they’re just driving around, hoping to spot her.’ ‘So you do think it’s the woman who was being chased near the Stazione Trastevere?’ Richards asked. ‘Yes, we’re now reasonably sure the Russians are looking for a woman. One of our surveillance teams managed to get a couple of good shots of the briefing pages they’re waving about, and the photograph’s definitely of a woman. We’ve tried enhancing the images as much as we can, but we can’t get a picture clear enough to resolve her features.
