“Welcome home, Sir”, Ikomma said as Abel entered the house. “I’m sorry I missed you last night. You have been gone for so long. Had I known you would be coming in, I would have...
“So, this is what you’ve been up to. It’s a good series, Peter. Well worth the time and expense.” Abel’s boss raised his head from the copy in his hand and smiled. Abel should have felt...
Elliot had arranged for Alice and Abel to travel by train to Canada. Once in Ottawa, Alice was checked into a private facility that not only treated her physical drug addiction, but provided counselling. Abel...
“Nice work”, Elliot said as he looked up from his reading. “Is this your first by-line in the Washington Post?” Abel sat at a table in the corner of the hotel room, the newspaper spread out...
Abel spent most of the next few hours walking the streets, wracking his brain for a new strategy. Alice’s mind had become fogged by drugs, no question, but she was controlled by fear. Her handlers...
At about ten that night, Abel made his way to the posh Mayflower Hotel where Elliot told him Congressman Schroeder would be. He slipped in through the service entrance with an unsuspecting member of the laundry...
“Hey, Peter! I saw you on TV this morning. Next time, make sure they get your good side.” Maxwell Elliot chuckled. At the other end of the phone connection, Abel cringed. “I’m glad you find it...
Abel walked gingerly through Reagan National Airport. He hadn’t fully recovered from the injuries he received at the hands of the whorehouse thugs. His ribs were still sore and his back ached. The long transatlantic...
Abel walked gingerly through Reagan National Airport. He hadn’t fully recovered from the injuries he received at the hands of the whorehouse thugs. His ribs were still sore and his back ached. The long transatlantic...
Lola stood over Abel, laughing. “You don’t like my cooking!” she said. They were in her sister’s apartment at Elephant and Castle, where Lola had been staying since her arrival in London. With her family away...