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		<title>The Last Word</title>
		<description><![CDATA[CHAPTER FOUR &#8216;An Earthly Shade Of Grey&#8217; DEBORAH, SUPPOSING HERSELF as canny as her mother ever was, had gone for the cheapest flight from London and had arrived in Tel Aviv, she believed, relatively unnoticed. Certain, at that point, no one would be watching this particular passport given she’d only just acquired it, in a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Last Word</title>
		<description><![CDATA[CHAPTER THREE &#8216;Footsteps In The Sands Of Time&#8217; SUSAN MADE IT to the airport intact and with time to spare. Jerry had behaved himself only because, as always, the traffic to JFK was backed up and he couldn’t speed along in the white-knuckle manner he preferred. Susan had even let him unload her bags, and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Last Word</title>
		<description><![CDATA[INTER ALIA &#8216;Trojan Horse&#8217; JEDBURGH LEANED BACK from the console, put his feet up on the edge of the desk, and sighed heavily. He was irritated for all the wrong reasons and couldn’t quite put his finger on why. There were still a number of little niggling doubts that raised questions, which, quite frankly, had [...]]]></description>
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