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in what was believed to be a publicity stunt for the launch of a new website. Police said he remains in custody and is being questioned about the hoax.
    The evacuation of the building was hampered by a temporary blackout, which has been blamed on the short-circuiting of the main power transformer. Police said an unidentified assailant used the blackout to rob several guests, including top teenage model Jessica Cole. She sustained minor injuries and her condition was described as “comfortable” last night.
    Police stressed they are not connecting the muggings to the bomb hoax and are looking for an opportunistic thief.
    Ha ha. Very funny, Nathan. No doubt her godfather had written the statement released to the press. She was anything but comfortable. And what website was her attacker supposed to be advertising exactly – www.trytokillyou.com? He’d been nifty with a knife and she had the stitches to prove it. Still, she had to hand it to Nathan; he’d created a plausible enough cover story for Sunday night’s dramatic events. He always said you had to keep it close enough to the truth to be believed; the helicopter, blackout, armed police and a model being stretchered off the Shard could hardly be denied. Her godfather had to mould details into a story that sounded credible without confirming details that would damage Westwood’s undercover operation.
    â€œShow me.” Becky craned to see the story.
    Jessica silently passed the paper.
    â€œIt was such bad luck you got caught up in all that.” Becky threw the paper on top of the pile of magazines after reading the article. “Have the police got any idea yet who attacked you?”
    â€œDad said they’re still checking CCTV footage in the surrounding area for clues.”
    She had her own theory, though – she’d given it a lot of thought while she was stuck in bed. Their mission must have failed because it was an inside job. She couldn’t come up with a more logical reason for why it had gone so drastically wrong. The attacker had used Jessica’s Westwood compact to overpower her. It contained paralysing powder, something only a fellow spy would realize. Plus, a Westwood agent wouldn’t have alerted the suspicions of the armed unit arriving at the Shard. Whoever it was would have had time to attack her and get down the stairs again, walking right past the armed response unit after flashing her Westwood credentials. The armed officers must have seen the person who’d knocked her out as they scaled the Shard. They didn’t realize they had, because she was one of them – an MI6 operative, working for Westwood.
    So which girl was it – Bree, Natalia or Sasha?
    Bree had jeopardized the mission by being a rubbish team leader, but was her indecisiveness an act? Had she sabotaged Sunday night, deliberately delaying their ascent up the Shard to allow time for the mini helicopter to arrive? Natalia had tried to talk Bree out of acting by saying they should wait for backup and Sasha had faded into the background. She’d left Bree to dither instead of taking charge. Who had really wanted the deal to be stopped?
    They both jumped as the doorbell rang. Jessica tried to stand but her legs had gone to sleep. They crumpled beneath her. Was it Nathan? She hoped so. She hadn’t been formally interviewed by MI6 yet and needed to tell her godfather that a Westwood girl could have been involved at the Shard. She’d started to discuss her hunch with her dad when Becky arrived and they’d had to break off. Steadying herself against the sofa, she finally managed to get up.
    â€œDon’t go mad,” Becky said, “but I think it could be Jamie.”
    â€œWhat? Why?”
    â€œI mentioned to him at school that I was coming round tonight. I told him it was a girls’ night only, but he said he might pop by to see how you are. He’s been worrying like mad.”
    â€œNo way! I’m a