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Alan Blunt read the email from the therapist and felt the knot of disappointment in his stomach tighten again. Four months and fifteen therapy sessions after returning from Point Blanc and Alex Rider was just as obsessed as he had been at the start.
What was it with the Riders and Yassen Gregorovitch?
Clearly the boy had been lying when he said he had only said a dozen words with the assassin.
Well, there was nothing for it but to abandon the idea of bringing Alex Rider into the MI6 fold. It was a case of like father like son.