“By God!” Foyle exclaimed. “This is the lead. We can’t fail this time. We’ll know what to do. He’ll spill everything…everything.” He grinned at Robin. “We leave for the moon tomorrow night. Book passage. No, there’ll be trouble on account of the attack. Buy a ship. They’ll be unloading them cheap anyway.” “We?” Robin said. “You mean you.” “I mean we,” Foyle answered. “We’re going to the moon. Both of us.” “I’m leaving.” “You’re not leaving. You’re staying with me.” “But you swore you’d—” “Grow up, girl. I had to swear to anything to get this. I need you more than ever now. Not for Vorga. I’ll
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