Act 3 Chapter 31
Dinner at The Grand
-‘You’re a spy, man. Admit it.’-
Peter Kennedy was worried and walking fast, head down, through the back streets to avoid the marchers, strikers and rioters, who thronged the city center
-’I've lived to see Revolution Day!’- he thought.
Glancing back furtively at the Special Police, two on foot and two in a car, who were watching his every move from an obvious distance..
Before it had been easy, now it was dead risky, and he had urgent information to send. There would be a new attack on the docks by the Commandos that night. Twice he had almost been caught using the little cellphone. View full article »