“What was that about?” Murphy asked.
A very poignant question, one that could not be answered there and then. They can’t hear me after three hundred paces.
He flashed one index finger until he made up the distance and crossed the road just to make sure. Marc wanted to confirm visually they were alone and answered because there were few hearts beating faintly.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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