Fourteen
“Rame it’s Livy, I got your message. Summer’s nice in Ireland.”
“New assignment Liv.”
“New, new, new. Yes luv.”
“Mexico.”
“Mexico?”
“Baja California.”
“It’s nothing but a wasteland, bloody desert.”
“Surfers like it.”
“Surfers?”
“Yeah, surfers Liv. Editor’s on some kind of trip about surfers. Just got back from Waikiki.”
“What’s the angle?”
“He’s giving you carte blanche sweety. He trusts you.”
“Surfers.”
“Yeah, they’ll be a Volkswagen bus waiting for you at the San Diego airport. Four guys.”
“Do I get a gun?”
“It’s safe enough. They’ve all been. You leave Dublin in three days.”
“Right then.”
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