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OFFICE OF DIRECTOR OF AMERICAN LIAISON INTELLIGENCE
                                                     “THE COTTAGE”

                                              KENNINGTON ROAD LONDON


                            TH
            FRIDAY APRIL 10  1998
            ‘Arnold Warner. Graduated Harvard 1993 with a degree in law. Immediately disappeared for two
            years, blipped right off the radar. Told his parents he was going to travel the World. Turned up
            again in Boston, Massachusetts in 1995 as an investment advisor. Disappeared a second time two

            months ago. Our information is he headed for London with half a million dollars in his pocket.’
            George looked up from his briefing notes.
             ‘Money apparently he should have invested on behalf of the Mafia.’
             George threw a look at Barker who was part of the briefing team.
             ‘Number 85 would like us to find him before the Mafia provide him with a pair of concrete slippers.
            We also would like to find him before the CIA, FBI or indeed anyone else for that matter.’

            ‘Why?’ I asked. ‘I thought we were set up to liaise with the Americans not compete with them.’


            ‘Apparently not this time.’ Again another glance in Baker’s direction.

            ‘Do we have a photograph?’ I asked.


            ‘None in the file.’

            It was my turn to look towards Barker.

            ‘The simple answer I’m afraid is no.’ Barker advised.


            ‘Not even in his parents’ home?’ I encouraged.

            ‘His parents were killed the day after Arnold started his two year World Tour. Tragic motor accident
            I am afraid. We checked recently but another family live there now. We checked the school and
            tried some of his friends as well as friends from his university days but I am afraid to say Arnold
            Warner was extremely camera shy.’


            ‘Where was their home’ I asked.

            ‘Fayetteville, North Carolina.’ Barker replied.

            ‘And where did they die?’


            ‘Highway 17, Murrells Inlet. Myrtle Beach. It’s in the brief.’ Barker added irritably.

            ‘And is it in the brief why I have to find him?’

            ‘All you need to know is in the brief.’
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