Hey, Vic Jennings here again, contacting you again from the pages of Len Koepsell’s novel, Three Strikes, You’re Dead. You Americans out there, do you know any chaps from across the pond? I saw every James Bond movie and I always loved the accent. I thought all Brits were good-natured, give-you-the-shirt-off-their-back types. Certainly a well-educated, elderly British gentleman and his supplicant man-servant, both of whom graduated from Oxford, couldn’t be part of a worldwide nefarious enterprise. Or could they? Stooping as low as necessary to undermine America’s beloved pastime? No. Hard to believe. Why would they?

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