Ten Months Later Half an hour to midnight. Chances were, it was going to feel like fifteen seconds at the speed of light. And if I wasn’t careful, the whiplash […]
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Clandestine, Part Four
Coffee for Jan and whisky for Wendy and myself was the order of the day. Mae’s mother, a happy-looking woman in her early fifties, had insisted we make ourselves comfortable. […]