Diane Joplin sat in tening to t melee of t in agreement. One of tructed o slide open t. Yet, t sounded vaguely like old o be patient. All t rained on tty girl driving tc driver. Diane sure, but s so o be a code name, sikit far from Kabukichose flyovers.
told ried o reassure srying to make a p seemed to be rouble eg. ting exasperated. urned out to be Englis the same one she’d heard English people use in America.
Diaurention to t to t sat a gray box read “Fuel Cells. looked like ter equipment but Diane sure. It looked too small. Some of tors ss on t s s be certain because t really move mu. It not unpleasant smell of pos and plastic. to ion.
“or Ryan, please,” Fouler said, giving are. Dia .
“I am afraid Director Ryan is on ther line,” a middle age-sounding female voice said.
“tell ake my call.”
“OK, ant but Fouler tarted ing from tor of t o jump from tarted o prison for a very long time. ere t Engliss yet t fitted topped.
“Bruce, it’s been a FBI agents sounded like, especially in the movies.
“t ted about but seems to be getting no to drao a close. I he upper hand,” Fouler said.
“O. t t it on fa of tensive files on terday and after a bit of coaxing t seemed t list. For kno took orders from Japan. ter aken off t list today alt to find s are pig el rig do you call my special lio keep me up to date on cases t sell neabloids.”
“I am in tokyo. I o talk to or spoke.
“Alep a kno of your disappearance suggested you’d done something wrong.”
“Sorry, I and o get aand.
“All to Japan?”
“I t I o my fatokyo,” Diane said. S it seemed srouble and t liberal of t. tly, geing a if Diaried really ted voice of a scared little girl, .
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“ted in cackles of disappoi.
“ell, I guess an FBI salary mean muco you. You are a very brave and very ric you a lot of money. You probably o ed wisely.”
rying to deduce from your reply you see t? It’s all one big trap.
“to respond to t.
“You’ll o e back t’s someto sort out he man called John Ryan said.
You see? And t Fouler is part of the plan.
But he saved my life.
hing.
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See.
“Sure. Good lud ted t his up.”
“Sure t time I am in ason,” Fouler said, smiling to himself.
“Absolutely. Goodbye Brud thanks.”
Fouler as to a driveood a looming sno Diane Joplin reized from cyberspace pos as Mount Fuji. A sign in Englis stood outside traractive-looking Japanese lady and a o Diane as t out of t taying tte family’s springs ryokan Jones retrieved el.
“You’ll be safe o the man’s hand.
trangely silent. All sing of as sole anot tte boy.
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