The Brigadier opened a file on the kitchen table. “Here’s the man you'll be impersonating,
Bennie. From youth to the present day. A variety of poses, taken from our
limited collection. You’ll see he’s a foreigner, but you won’t be speaking publicly.” Le Vay picked up a
photograph, gasped and downed the rest of his Old Bushmills. “Dear God. This is
serious stuff, the role of a lifetime. Our Mr Churchill will be involved
in this, I’m guessing.”
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