The Adventures of Modesty Blaise
Episode 1 The Lhasa
Incident
This pathetic effort is a parody and
is only remotely intended to resemble the characters created by Peter
ODonnell. Other than the
names and images of some of the characters all work is original and any
resemblance to any of Mr. ODonnells works is purely
accidental.
Chapter 2 The
Break-in
MODESTY
stubbed out her cigarette and nodded to
Willie. Time to go,
she muttered.
Right,
princess, Garvin answered. He
stepped out of the nondescript Bedford delivery van he had parked across
from the luxury townhouse occupied by Alexei
Kozlov.
Most of
the lights in the townhouse were now dim, indicating that Kozlov and his
guests had finally turned in.
Modesty and Willie had been watching the townhouse for a week and
on no occasion had the activity in the townhouse died down until after four
am. Fortunately, the long winter
nights meant that they still had about three hours before daylight, however,
by that time the servants might be up.
It didnt give them much
time, but it would have to do.
Modesty
followed Willie across the street, her uniformly dark clothing causing her
to blend into the shadows. She
was dressed in dark, tight-fitting trousers that hugged her figure, and a
black pullover and hood that covered the upper part of her
body. Black climbing boots covered
her feet. Around her waist was
a pouched tool belt.
The way
to the back of the building led through a narrow alley; so narrow that passage
was possible only on foot, but it had its
advantages. It created a narrow
shaft next to the neighbouring building that allowed Modesty a way up by
pressing her feet and hands against the two buildings and ascending it like
a sort of chimney.
While Willie waited below,
she made her way to the roof. Once
there she tiptoed across the roof to a large
skylight.
It took
her only seconds to cut an opening through the glass, but before she turned
the catch to open the skylight, she placed an electrical contact across the
circuits of the alarm to keep it from going
off. Only then did she swing
the skylight back. She paused
before entering, listening for any movement
below. Attaching a line to the
windows metal casement she lowered herself into the room
below.
The room
showed considerable evidence of heavy drinking, with a number of open bottles
adorning tables, along with plates of partly eaten food, and full ashtrays;
however, it was empty of revelers.
If Rawlins was right the room she wanted was just off this one, down
a short hall. She stepped in
the direction she had memorized.
Only a
single light illuminated the hallway, but she had no difficulty finding her
way to the door at the end of the hall.
To her right was another room from which came the sound of
voices. It wasnt the ideal
situation. If anyone opened the
door she would almost certainly be discovered, however, she didnt have
much choice if she was to take advantage of the opportunity
provided.
Quickly
she took out her lock picks from one of her belt pouches and with a deft
touch opened the lock in just seconds.
Then, turning the door handle she eased the door open and slipped
inside. It was pitch dark in
the room, and she stood and listened for a second before taking out her tiny
flashlight. According to Rawlins
there were two safes in the room, one hidden behind a picture that was intended
as a decoy and another beneath the thick Persian rug in the centre of the
room.
The room
appeared to be a combination of office and library, with a large desk over
by windows that ran from floor to ceiling, but which were now covered by
heavy drapes. Bookcases took
up two of the other walls. Careful
to avoid stumbling over a low table and several comfortable chairs that were
set in various parts of the room, she made her way top the corner of the
rug closest to the window and then rolled it
back. As Rawlins had stated,
there was a safe set into the floor and it was of a fairly modern
design. This was going to be
a bit of a challenge.
She set
out her tools, the most important of which was a sensitive electronic stethoscope
Modesty herself had designed. It
was sensitive enough to pick up the sound of a pin striking a concrete floor
thirty yards away and she had to hope it would enable her to hear the tumblers
of the safe as they fell into place.
She had
the first tumbler in five minutes and the second in
eight. But then a noise in the
hall disturbed her. She arose
all in a single motion, scooping up her safecracking gear and flipping the
rug back into place as a voice sounded outside the door to the
room. It had a distinctly Russian
accent. Just a minute,
I think Ive got an extra one in the
library. There was the
sound of a key in the lock and then an
exclamation. What the
hell? This door should be
locked.
Modesty
moved quickly, her hand grasping the palm-width hardwood kongo Willie had
carved for her. It was a
barbell-shaped object that fit perfectly into her
hand. Used properly against the
bodys pressure points or other vulnerable areas it could injure or
even kill. She hoped, however,
that she would not have to use it.
Violence during a burglary was generally not conducive to success,
especially when the victim was in communication with someone
else. And there were guards stationed
around the townhouse. She and
Willie had counted a half dozen of them.
The last thing she wanted to be involved in was a
shootout. It always made things
so messy.
The door
opened and the lights went on.
Behind the drapes Modesty stilled her breathing and
waited. She could imagine Kozlov
or whoever it was sweeping his eyes around the
room. The drapes were an obvious
hiding place and she expected them to be pulled aside any second, but nothing
happened. Then there was a muffled
curse.
Idiot! The voice
muttered. Im just getting
too damned careless.
Footsteps
moved toward the desk. There
was the sound of a drawer sliding open and then being pushed shut, and then
the footsteps headed back toward the
door. The lights went off and
the door opened and closed and a key turned in the
lock. Modesty breathed a sigh
of relief. She had been too long
out of this game. She should
have known to relock the door once she was
inside. She was damned lucky
that the man who had entered had been more intent on fetching whatever he
came for than making sure the room was properly
secured.
Quickly
she returned to the rug and the safe.
With two tumblers already in place it took her just five more minutes
to discover the other two and open the
safe. Inside was a large manila
envelope. She took it out and
gave it a quick look. What was
in the envelope was written in a several
languages. Two of them, Russian
and German, she could read; the other was an oriental script she supposed
was Tibetan. It didnt
matter. There was enough that
she could understand to know that Rawlins had gotten his information right
once again. She tucked the envelope
into her pullover and closed the safe, covering it with the rug once again
and then moved to the door.
She
listened. There was not the slightest
sound from the hallway. With
the utmost care she once again picked the lock and then slowly opened the
door upon the deserted hallway. She
headed back toward the living room.
The easiest way out was the way she had come
in. There was no point in
accidentally coming upon one of Kozlovs
guards. The living room door
was closed. She opened it and
stepped directly into a semicircle of firearms.
Modesty
froze. She couldnt do much
else. She might have been able
to take out one or two opponents, but there were six guns trained on her
and none was more than five feet away.
In the centre was a rather suave-looking man who was so neatly attired
it was hard to believe that he had probably been up all
night. Well, he said,
stroking his pencil-thin mustache, they are making burglars so much more
attractive these days. He
motioned with his gun.
Please put up your
hands. Modesty recognized
the voice. It was the same one
she had heard in the library. She
could only suppose that she was looking at Alexei Kozlov.
Modesty
slowly raised her hands. One
of the other men moved forward and gave her a thorough pat-down, moving his
hands over almost every part of her body and discovering everything she had
concealed on her body including the
envelope. Modesty endured it
because she had to, but it was a degrading
experience. She could only hope
that it did not go any farther than that.
Kozlovs
eyes widened at the sight of the
envelope. He snatched it from
the hands of his henchman and gave Modesty a chilling
look. How did you know
to find this? And who told you
what it was?
Modesty
said nothing, keeping her features perfectly composed, but inside her guts
were churning. Nothing was more
frightening than to be at the mercy of others, especially a man as ruthless
as Kozlov was reputed to be. But
she knew that if she showed fear, it would just make matters
worse.
Kozlov
smiled. You are a cool
one. I dont suppose you
will tell me who you are either.
But never mind. I will
eventually find out everything.
He turned to his henchmen.
Tie her up and take her to the interrogation
room. I will be there
shortly.
Modestys
arms were pulled behind her. She
suppressed a gasp as she was bound.
The ropes cut tightly into her wrists and her elbows were pulled painfully
together, pulling her shoulders back and thrusting her breasts
forward. She could not help noticing
the direction of her captors eyes as they took each of her arms and
led her from the room.
The
interrogation room proved to be in the middle floor of the three
story penthouse. It was windowless
and Modesty noted that the door was several inches thick and padded on the
inside. If there was any screaming
no one outside the room was likely to hear
anything. Cold chills ran down
her spine and a hollow feeling settled in her
stomach. Inside the room there
was a sturdy wooden table, two chairs, a wall cupboard, and not much
else. It was illuminated by a
couple of ceiling lights and looking up she saw that there were two heavy
eye bolts set into a heavy roof beam.
She waited
in silence, while the two henchmen eyed her
speculatively. Neither spoke
much, but their cold perusal of her breasts and loins left little doubt as
to what they were thinking.
Kozlov
returned quickly, apparently having returned the envelope to its hiding
place. As he entered, Modesty
felt her fear increase. The smile
on his face did nothing to hide the sense of menace emanating from
him.
He stood
about six inches taller than her, but he lacked the bulk of her companion,
Willie Garvin, and he had nothing of Willies rough boyish
charm. He reminded Modesty of
a snake in a Saville Row suit; elegantly dressed, but incredibly
menacing. He stepped within a
foot of her and raising his hand to her chin tilted her head back and looked
into her eyes.
I
want information, Kozlov said, but let me assure you I am in
no hurry to get it. Eventually
you will tell me everything you know, but while I get the information I intend
to enjoy myself fully.
Modesty
resisted the urge to spit. He
was so close to her, she could smell the brandy on his breath, but she knew
such a pathetic act of defiance would do little to improve her
situation. Somewhere outside
the building Willie Garvin would have determined that she was in
trouble. If she could just hold
Kozlov off long enough he might get her out of this
mess. She swallowed and lowered
her eyes, pretending submission.
W
What do you want to know? she
quavered.
WILLIE
Garvin watched Kozlovs apartment from a nearby
rooftop. Modesty was long
overdue. Even given the fact
that she might have had trouble locating and breaking into the safe she should
still have returned. It was a
complete violation of normal procedure, and that meant only one
thing. Something had gone seriously
wrong. Bloody
ell, he muttered. He
would have to go in after her. But
if Modesty had been taken prisoner it was far too dangerous to attempt to
follow the route she had taken.
Kozlovs guards would have to be complete wankers not to be watching
for another attempt. And it was
now dawn. Attempting to break
into the building in broad daylight was simply too
dangerous. Bloody
ell, he repeated. What
was he going to do?
OH
NO, Kozlov said.
Youre not going to buy me off with some helpless little
girl act. You are far more than
you seem, and I am going to find out exactly what.
Modesty
shook her head. She spoke in
desperation. Im not
holding back anything. This was
just a break-in that went wrong.
You
must think I am a complete fool, Kozlov
replied. You broke in here
and went straight to the most valuable item in my possession, while ignoring
every other object of value. You
are going to tell me who you are and who sent you; and where you got your
information. You are not the
clumsy amateur you would like me to think you are, although it was careless
of you to think I would not detect the odour of the fine Cuban tobacco on
your clothing. I knew where you
were hiding as soon as I entered the
room. No one is allowed in there
except me and I dont smoke.
So that
was it. Now Modesty knew how
Kozlov had discovered her. She
took a deep breath. Kozlovs
intention was clear. Nothing
she said was going to deter him from doing what he wanted with
her. She racked her brain to
think of some way of distracting him, but could think of
nothing.
Hold
her, Kozlov ordered.
Its time I found out exactly what I have
caught.
Two of
the guards pulled her back until her backside was against the table and then
Kozlov reached into his pocket and pulled out a
stiletto. With a click the blade
shot into place and Kozlov held it to her
throat. Modesty held absolutely
still, but Kozlov had no intention of cutting
her. He turned the blade and
slipped it between her skin and the neck of her
sweater.
Modesty
tried to break away, but the two men held her tight while Kozlov slit her
pullover from her neck to her navel.
Underneath she was wearing only a thin cotton
undershirt. The stiletto flicked
again cutting through that as well.
Breathing heavily, Modesty looked Kozlov in the eye as he and his
men stared at her breasts and the brief brassiere that covered
them.
For a
few moments Kozlov toyed with her, placing the point of the stiletto against
her flat belly as if he was going to cut her open, but then he moved the
point upward, tracing a thin red line over her skin until he reached the
junction of the cups of her bra and then cut through the connecting strap.
Her breasts
fell free, revealing their beautifully rounded contours and perfect copper
tinted nipples. It was her worst
nightmare coming true. She closed
her eyes. There was only one
way to retreat from his horror. She
fainted dead away.
It was
a neat little trick, and one she had used under similar
circumstances. When the fear
of what was going to happen to her became overwhelming she simply withdrew
from the conscious world. However,
Kozlov was having none of it.
Clever,
he muttered as Modesty slumped into
unconsciousness. But
lets see how long you can hold your
breath. He sheathed the
stiletto and clamped his hand over Modestys lips and then with the
other hand pinched her nostrils shut.
Modesty
moaned as her oxygen supply was cut off.
Her breasts heaved as she struggled to breathe and then suddenly,
her eyes popped open and she wrenched her head in an attempt to free her
mouth and nose.
Kozlov
let her break away and stood grinning as she gasped for breath, her breasts
quivering. I dont
think youll try that again.
Now where was I? He
moved forward and cupped her firm flesh, rubbing each nipple with his
thumbs.
Modesty
tried to move away, but with her back arched due to the way she was bound,
and the heavy table against her buttocks there was no way she could escape
Kozlovs fondling. She winced
as his fingers painfully squeezed her breasts and twisted her
nipples. Do you like
that? Kozlov taunted.
I hope so, because youre going to get a lot more of
it. Suddenly he stepped
back and motioned to another of his henchmen.
Take off her pants and
shoes.
Modesty
renewed her efforts to escape, but could do nothing as the remainder of her
clothing was removed leaving her clad in only the remnants of her pullover
and vest, and a thin pair of panties.
She stood there panting in fear, her body trembling as she strained
her muscles in an attempt to escape.
She succeeded only in exciting
Kozlov. He moved forward and
with a single tug tore off her silk panties, revealing the dark fleecy triangle
that framed her public mound.
Bastard,
Modesty gasped while she struggled in the grips of the two men that held
her and then watched in growing terror as Kozlov began to undress, removing
his jacket and shirt, and then his shoes and
pants.
By now
her silken skin was covered in sweat, and her continual efforts to break
free had her chest heaving from exertion.
In spite of her attempt to remain calm, she was close to going into
hysterics and it took all of her self control not to start babbling for
mercy. Nothing she said would
change Kozlovs mind, and her pleas for mercy would simply give him
that much more pleasure.
Kozlov
stood naked before her. He was
surprisingly well-muscled and his swelling erection terrified her, bringing
back forgotten memories of the time when, still a child, she had been brutally
raped. It was something she had
told to no one and she kept the memories repressed, buy at times like this
all of the pain of that terrifying experience came rushing
back.
No,
you cant do this, she gasped as Kozlov took out a jar of KY jelly
and lubricated his engorged member.
She struggled desperately, holding back a scream as the two men holding
her bent her back onto the table.
Kozlov
moved between her legs, and then bent, hooking his elbows under each of her
knees and then forced her legs up and back, spreading them
wide. I think you will
see that I can, Kozlov said in reply to her
protests. He shifted his weight
forward, bringing his lubricated phallus in contact with Modestys
womanhood.
Modesty
grunted as he entered her, fighting him every step of the
way. She clenched her vaginal
muscles; an action that all of her lovers had found most pleasurable, but
in this case intended to deny Kozlov
entry. It had the opposite
effect. God, youre
tight, Kozlov groaned. He
used his weight to force his way into her, driving in to the full length
of his shaft. It
was then that Modesty screamed.
It was
not the pain of what was being done to her, but the sheer horror of being
taken against her will and the flood of past memories surging into her
mind. It crushed her will to
resist, reducing her to state of hysteria that had her writhing in fear as
Kozlov raped her. She screamed
again as he bit her breasts and shoulders, his teeth leaving visible marks
on her skin.
Kozlov
finally erupted inside her and then stepped back, breathing heavily from
his exertions. Not so damned
tough after all were you? he said to the moaning
woman. Now its time to
find out what you know.
Modestys
loins ached. Although Kozlov
had used a sexual lubricant the brutality of the rape had shattered
her. Her vagina burned and her
vulva was badly bruised where Kozlov had forced his way
in. Her breasts throbbed where
he had mauled and bitten them, his teeth breaking the skin in several
places. But even worse was the
humiliation of what had been done to her.
She dared not raise her head for fear of meeting the eyes of one of
her captors. She would almost
certainly have burst into tears.
And then there was the terrifying knowledge that Kozlov was just getting
started on her.
String
her up. The words alerted
her to the next part of her ordeal.
She first
was lifted up and pushed face down on the table and then her wrists and elbows
were untied. She whimpered in
pain as the blood rushed back into her
fingers. Each of them was swollen
to the size of a sausage and throbbed agonizingly as circulation
returned. Then leather cuffs
were strapped to her wrists and ropes attached to metal rings on the
cuffs.
The ropes were threaded
through the eyebolts in the overhead beam, and she was pulled into a standing
position with her arms over her head and her toes barely touching the
ground.
Kozlov
had replaced his clothing and now stood before her, a smirk on his
face. Now that we have
had the pleasure now we will have the
pain. At least pain for
you. We will begin with your
name and then proceed from there.
Modesty
said nothing. She could feel
Kozlovs semen dribbling down the inside of her
thigh. The shame of being captured
and violated permeated every part of her
consciousness. She had paid a
high price for her carelessness, but she would tell Kozlov nothing for as
long as she could hold out.
Properly applied torture could break anyone and she knew that she
was no exception, but she had disgraced herself
enough. She would give away nothing
without a fight. She clenched
her jaw as Kozlov picked up a heavy leather strap and moved behind
her.
Now
my mysterious beauty, Kozlov said, you are going to tell me
everything you know. He
pulled back his arm and then swung the strap.
WILLIE
Garvin had made up his mind. It
was almost noon. Modesty was
overdue by six hours. Anything
could have happened to her by now.
She might even be dead, but if she was not there was no telling what
Kozlov might do to her. He checked
his small arsenal of knives, slipped one into the palm of his hand, and moved
toward the entrance to the townhouse.
A uniformed
doorman watched as he mounted the steps.
Yes? he asked.
Willie
noted the complete absence of politeness in the doormans greeting,
but then he was not exactly dressed for a proper visit, wearing dark trousers,
and a black leather jacket more suited for work in a back alley than anything
else. However, that was just
as well. He had no time for
niceties. Since he had decided
to go in through the front door, speed, not decorum was the most important
factor.
Six inches
of steel suddenly appeared at the doormans
throat. Id like the
door open, mate, if you dont mind.
And then get the ell out of me way.
The
doormans face quickly lost its superior
expression. He backed up hurriedly
and pulled the door aside. Willie
pushed past him without a second glance.
No doubt the police would be summoned within minutes, but that was
the least of his concerns. Entering
the lobby he headed straight for the
concierge. Which lift goes
to the top floors? He was
careful to let the uniformed man see the blade of the knife although he probably
didnt even need that. One
look at his face would have frightened most
people.
Its
around back, the man stammered, his eyes fixed on the
blade.
Take
me, Willie ordered.
The man
came slowly out from behind the desk.
Ive got a wife and family, he
quavered.
Then
youll best be careful not to get me stirred up, Willie
growled.
The man
hurried ahead of him.
Theres a guard, he warned as they neared a door
at the back of the lobby.
Thanks,
mate, Willie said. He pushed
the man behind him. Go
back to your desk. Ill
find me own way from ere.
He had
no idea why the concierge had warned him
Probably out of fear of getting hurt in a confrontation, but in any
case it did not matter. Willie
knew that he was likely to meet one of Kozlovs henchmen sooner or
later.
He opened
the door and had the knife to the mans throat before he had time to
draw his gun. Ill
just take this, he said, reaching inside the mans jacket and
extracting his weapon. It was
a Beretta NATO model 1951. He
tucked it into his pocket. Modesty
might have a use for it.
He motioned
toward the elevator while keeping the knife pressed against the mans
jugular. Wheres the
girl? And dont try and
tell me you dont know what Im talking
about.
The guard
rolled his eyes.
Girl? he asked.
Willie
pressed the knife hard enough to draw
blood. Last
chance. I expect I can find someone
else wholl tell me.
Shes
in the interrogation room, the man winced, trying very hard not to
move.
Now
you have twenty seconds to tell me how to get there, Willie
replied.
Willie
left the man in a heap. He doubted
he would stay that way for long, but if he didnt find Modesty within
the next fifteen minutes he doubted that it would
matter. In the sort of crude
approach he was using now speed was
essential. Finesse was something
that would have to be set aside.
However, there was still no reason why he could not use every weapon
at his disposal.
As the
lift rose toward the floor the guard had described he took out a couple of
small white tubes and pushed one up each nostril and then he placed a set
of tight-fitting goggles over his eyes.
The lift shuddered to a halt and Willie pulled the handle that parted
the doors. As he did so he tossed
a small cylindrical object into the corridor beyond the
doors. There was a loud
pop followed by a cloud of white gas and then he stepped into
the corridor.
Two of
the guards were already on their knees the others were grasping at their
throats. One who was farther
away was grabbing for his gun.
Willies knife pinned his hand to his
chest. The man screamed, inhaling
a lungful of the white gas, and collapsed to the floor with the others, coughing
violently. But Willie was already
moving down the hall toward the room the guard had
described. The gas was acrid,
intended to irritate the eyes and lungs, but harmless in the amounts the
cylinder contained. It was also
anesthetic, and strong enough to incapacitate the men who had breathed it
long enough to finish what he had come to
do.
He found
the door to what he hoped was the interrogation
room. He didnt bother with
the lock. He hammered it with
his booted foot smashing it wide open.
What he saw inside had him seething in rage.
Modesty
hung in the centre of the room, her body crisscrossed with welts from the
leather belt one of men inside was
holding. Willie had to hold himself
in check to proceed with the calm precision he needed to deal with the three
men in the room. In spite of
his surprise entrance, they were already reaching for their
guns. He took the two henchmen
down with a knife to each of their
throats. For the third man he
reserved something a little special.
He alone
seemed to be unarmed, but that did not save
him. As he backed away Willie
caught up with him and resorted to brute strength to deal with
him. The man must have had some
martial training as he attempted to turn Willies attack against him,
but Willie had been in too many fights to be taken that
way. In mid-step he shifted his
weight and used his considerable strength to lift his opponent off his feet;
then he slammed his fist into the mans
face. There was a crunch of breaking
bone, but Willie did not stop. He
hit him again, spreading the mans nose across his face and then let
him slump to the ground.
He left
him there. He had something far
more important to attend to.
Climbing onto the table he released Modestys wrists from the
straps that suspended her from the ceiling and then he lowered her to the
table top. She was still conscious
and panting in pain, but she made only one sound as he held
her.
What
took you so long? she whispered.
And then she fainted.
NO,
WILLIE insisted. The princess
aint receivin any visitors just
yet. But she told me to let you
know that shell receive you in a day or
so. You will be
contacted.
I
understand, Tarrant replied.
I just thought I should come as an indication of my
concern.
They two
men stood in the sitting room of Modestys opulent
penthouse. She was nowhere in
sight, but Sir Gerald had been allowed to come up to the penthouse to deliver
his message in person.
Its
nothing for you to be concerned about, Willie
replied. The princess is
just a little under the weather.
Shell be right in a few days.
I
just want to assure you that we have dealt with the
police. There will be no
investigation into the incident at Kozlovs townhouse, especially not
with the evidence of the large amount of criminal activity that was found
there. We convinced them that
the violence was some form of gangland
retribution.
Im
not sure what youre on about, Willie
said. Its nothing
to me or the princess what a bunch of wankers do to each
other.
Ah,
no. Of course not, Sir
Gerald replied. May I enquire
as to whether or not you had any luck in discovering the whereabouts of the
document that was in Kozlovs possession?
You
may enquire, Sir Gerald. And
you will be told when me and the princess gets some information of
that. Now if you dont mind
I got a few things to look into.
Yes,
of course, Mr. Garvin. Thanks
you for your hospitality. I will
be going now. Please contact
me when you have any further information.
THANKS,
Willie, Modesty said as the elevator doors closed on
Tarrant. That was nicely
done. I didnt really feel
up to receiving visitors today.
Willie
looked up. Modesty stood in the
doorway that led to her suite. She
was dressed only in a green Japanese-motif dressing gown, belted at the waist
with a crimson sash. On her feet
were matching slippers. She had
one had on the door frame as if she was using it to help support
her. He was surprised that the
princess was able to walk so soon after her
ordeal. He expected that she
must be in considerable pain.
However, pretending that she was alright was her way of dealing with
what had been done to her, and so he did not caution
her. Would you like a
cuppa? he asked.
That
would be nice. Would you mind
bringing it to my room?
You
got it, princess, Willie said as he headed toward the
kitchen. Out of the corner of
his eye he saw Modesty turn and move slowly back the way she had
come.
WELL?
Rawlins asked as Tarrant seated himself in the seat of the
Rolls.
Theyve
got the document, Tarrant replied.
Theyre just not admitting to it right
now. Im sure Miss Blaise
will let us know eventually.
What
about the rumors that Kozlov raped and brutalized
her?
I
think they will have to remain just
rumours. Three men dead and Kozlov
with his testicles stuffed down his
throat. Ugly business
that. The less we say about it
the better.
Right,
Rawlins replied as he steered the Rolls into the London
fog.
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