He dumped a sheath of papers onto the worktop beside Duncan. "You've got another case." He glanced meaningfully at Duncan, who scowled, but obediently slid off the benchtop and disappeared though the window.

"What is it?"

He tapped the folder with one elegant finger. "Matthew Willis. Works as an aide to the Ambassador to Britain. It appears he's been . . . a little less than confidential about certain information. Certain files appear to have been copied - from an inside source."

She glanced at him. "Why not just arrest him?"

"Come now Sydney, you know us better than that. Besides, we haven't any proof, not yet. That's what your job is. We want to know what files he has, and what he intends to do with them."

She turned, suddenly, to face him. "Why?"

"You know I can't answer that - so why ask?" He turned, began walking towards the door. Then he paused. "Sydney, no messing about on this one. Just go in there, find out what we need to know, and then get out."

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