‘The Ministry?’
‘Yep. I got the gig via Big Mother.’
Lulu shuddered.
‘Really? I am surprised. She usually likes to keep things in-house rather than use independent contractors such as yourself.’
I shrugged.
‘Ours is not to reason why and all that,’ I said.
‘Ah, best not botch this then,’ said Lulu. ‘She’s not exactly known for her laissez-faire approach is Big Mother.’
The Ministry were Lulu’s employers. A shadier than shady government department that dated back to World War Two when they’d been known as The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare. Officially, they no longer existed. I’d worked for them many times and trusted them as far as I could throw Charlie Harris. If there was no honour amongst thieves, Whitehall’s spooks were even more dishonourable.
The Ministry of Ungentlemanly
