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Chapter Four
Chapter FourTwelve hours later, Jack Grant sat on a cold and lonely train station waiting for the final train of the day. The train would take him from Edinburgh Waverly Station southwards ever nearer to the heart of the British capital, and from there to the private safe house Masterman had arranged for him in Wiltshire. Following his reunion with Masterman, Grant had stepped back into the Land Rover and driven in a daze all the way back to Arisaig. The miles had passed in a blur, had gone too quickly, if he was honest. He'd experienced many doubts and indulged in multiple arguments with his own mind during that journey. Should he climb on board for what was probably the craziest of secret operations? After all, they had no official licence on this. A private enterprise for revenge? Craz
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