My blood red stiletto ripped through the villain’s throat and as he sank to the floor I made a clean cut through the thick ropes around James’ neck. Bond was knocked out, pale as snow, and barely breathing, but I dragged him inch by inch, off the slimy dock and into the speedboat. They were on our tail, but I still took a moment to check that the diamond bracelet was in my pocket. No wonder people killed for this. It sparkled like the city before us. Steering straight across the dark, choppy…
