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Chapter 5
When he had first decided to settle down in Paris, Grant had leased a three bedroom apartment in a quiet side street that was two blocks" walk from the Seine. He had spent money on it and had bought only the best to fit it out; décor, furniture, the latest TV and stereo entertainment systems. It was a subtle and tasteful bachelor pad that, as much as anywhere, he was happy to relax in and call home. He let himself in, scanned the room, threw the keys into the little ashtray that he kept on a ledge by the door and sat down on the couch, placing the attaché case on the coffee table in front of him. He flicked open the locks and studied the equipment inside. There was the pistol itself, which had a threaded barrel to take a silencer. The accessories consisted of a silencer, leather inside-t
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