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to feel his ghost. But the truth is, it only half-works, you know? Places are

places and memories are memories and life is fucking life.’
Nora took all this in. Ingrid was clearly telling this to someone she
thought she knew reasonably well, and yet Nora was a stranger. It felt odd.
Wrong. is must be the hardest bit about being a spy, she thought. e

emotion people store in you, like a bad investment. You feel like you are
robbing people of something.
Ingrid smiled, breaking the thought. ‘Anyway, thanks for last night . . .
at was a good chat. ere are a lot of dickheads on this boat and you are

not a dickhead.’
‘Oh. anks. Neither are you.’
And it was then that Nora noticed the gun, a large rifle with a hey brown
handle, leaning against the wall at the far end of the room, under the coat

hooks.
e sight made her feel happy, somehow. Made her feel like her eleven-
year-old self would have been proud. She was, it seemed, having an
adventure.