GCPD meets London

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[Louise stood up, pushing herself away from the wall, a grimace marring her delicate features as her shoulder made her wince slightly.]

The Falcones--they know your face, then, do they?

[Casing the cellar of the small tower block, she was looking for a lift that might take them up and inside the building, unseen. Taking her phone out of her blazer, she texted Lestrade back at HQ:

Check Chatham House, Charing Cross. See if vacancies. How soon can we rent one? Need to lay low for the time being. Keep this quiet. --L.]

They do.

[They knew the GCPD far too well, if you asked Jim. As she looked in one area, he looked in another, checking on the people, taking note of each of their faces before meeting back with Louise.]

Find anything?

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[She hears back from HQ, and sighs shortly in relief.]

Yes. [She flashes him the location of the flat from her phone.]

Come on. [She motions to the lift situated back to the left.]

The less people who have gotten our faces locked into their minds, the better. I don't relish my photo appearing on Sky News tomorrow.