We'll find her
by macklingirl
It was five o'clock in the morning when Mr Cowley asked his two best agents to come and see him in his office. That alone, asking them and not ordering them to come, was a novelty for them.
"What do you think, Ray? If he's ill?" Bodie wondered. "Don't know, mate. Could be. Or it is something like our Christmas assignment two years ago." Doyle mused.