It Could Happen Again (Zulu Spectre) - Plot & Excerpts
I’m there, and about to do this now.” “You got it, Lights. See you when you get back.” Dale shoved his phone in his back pocket and climbed out of the taxi. “I’ll be right back; this won’t take long,” he said to the driver. Staring up at the large Cape Cod-style home before him, he sighed. It was impressive but the feeling he got from it was colder than the wind whipping unforgivingly around him. He strode up the walkway to the front door and rang the bell. A woman in a maid outfit answered. “Yes?” “May I speak to either Mr. or Mrs. Sumani, please?” “Who may I say is calling on them?” “Flight Leftenant Dale Curtayn.” He smoothed a hand down over his heavyweight blue-gray great coat. “Yes, sir.” She closed the door, and he waited, gazing around the neighborhood. He was being watched; he knew that.
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