Sean 1

Sean 1. The dull working title of my debut novel

Sean II. 40

“No offence Sean - but that’s not exactly an A1 source of intelligence.” Sean resisted the urge to punch the supercilious grin off the other man’s face. “Well, as things stand, she believes she knows what happened, while the big-shot-MI6-guy’s just shrugs his shoulders and looks clueless.”

Sean II. 38 & 39

“They’re dead, Sean. In bits all across the street.” She spat the words.

Sean II. 37. The Office

Kriszta’s eyes blazed. “Listen, boy,” she growled. “We’re not frightened. We know how to deal with Russians. We’ve had practice. You, though? What do you know?” Her tone softened towards the end of the sentence.

Sean II. 35 & 36

“I see. So why the attack then?” “Our sources indicate that it was the Chechens.” “The who-chens?” John frowned. “Look John, I just change money. You’re Mr geo-politics.” “Chechnya is a an ex- Soviet Republic, just north of Georgia.”

Sean II. 34. Mark and Moules

Sean II. Sergei

It was a kind of financial alchemy, turning tattered cash bills into bright shiny numbers on a screen, numbers that could turn into penthouses, yachts, fast cars and champagne.

Sean. II - 31 & 32

But nothing. We’re not doing anything illegal, and we’re not standing around changing money on street corners. This is how it will work. On Mondays, we’ll agree the rates. The guys can come down to one of the shops on Vaci, and drop off the FX.

Sean II. 28a, 29 & 30

Look nothing. I ask you to keep an eye on your girlfriend’s boss, a person of interest to Her Majesty’s Government, and you start laundering money for him and living in a grace and favour fortress in Buda! Of course I don’t trust you.
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