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Sean 1

Sean 1. The dull working title of my debut novel
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Sean 27, 28, 29 & 30

“I know where you’re coming from Erika. Russians, casinos, strip clubs, it all looks dodgy, but we have to be commercial. They have given us open access to their books, and everything looks legitimate.”
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Sean 23, 24, 25 & 26

“It can do no harm to have a look, can it? What sort of volumes are we talking about, Ivan?” “A few million a month. No more.” “A few million forints. I can't see that being a problem.” He smiled. “Dollars.” Sean’s smile froze. He finished the Scotch.
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Sean 20, 21, & 22

"Sean. They’re Russian. They run casinos and brothels. I’m not going to ask if they’re Mafia. Are you?"
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Sean 17, 18, 19

Three things struck him in the shower. First, he had an appointment for brunch with John. Second, he had a date with a gorgeous Hungarian woman called Jana. This revelation caused the third strike, which was the shampoo landing on his toe as he remembered her hot breath in his ear.
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Sean 14, 15 & 16

A money-man was exactly what the operation needed. All divisions of the business were performing well. Both the visible, regulated ones and the others. Hungarian forints however, were a pain. I
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Sean 12, 13

“Truth is, I’m not much of a gambler either. Those over there are dollar tables - for serious money. This is the forint table where amateurs like me can have a few drinks, pretend to be adored by some beautiful women, and lose a few quid.”
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Sean 9, 10, 11

Weekly briefing with the station chief was never comfortable but at least today he had something to report. Russian organised crime was huge and impervious to local law enforcement. Gangs were well established in Central Europe, and were expanding into New York and London.
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Sean 7 & 8

Neither Sean, nor his colleagues paid any attention to the man sat in the bar across the platform. He had travelled in the carriage behind them on the metro from Vaci utca. He paid no attention to anything but them.
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