Department 19: Battle Lines
“His heart pounded in his chest as his brain screamed for him to be careful, to think it through, to not walk blindly into a trap.
He googled McKenna and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. The man was clearly real; the range of articles by and about him was too voluminous to have been faked. But there was also nothing to suggest that he would write such a post; he was not an investigative journalist, the kind who seeks to trap corrupt politicians and financial fraudsters, and he appeared to have done nothing of note for many years.
He knows, though. Somehow, he knows. And he’s saying so, in public.
Pete sat with his laptop on his knees, paralysed by the thought of what to do next. What he wanted to do was click on the comments box at the bottom of McKenna’s post and start spilling his broken heart out on to the screen.
But he didn’t.
South will know. I’ll ask him what to do.
He started typing a text message, then paused as the man’s number glowed on the screen. He stared at it, the...n gently pressed the tip of his finger against it.MoreLess
He googled McKenna and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. The man was clearly real; the range of articles by and about him was too voluminous to have been faked. But there was also nothing to suggest that he would write such a post; he was not an investigative journalist, the kind who seeks to trap corrupt politicians and financial fraudsters, and he appeared to have done nothing of note for many years.
He knows, though. Somehow, he knows. And he’s saying so, in public.
Pete sat with his laptop on his knees, paralysed by the thought of what to do next. What he wanted to do was click on the comments box at the bottom of McKenna’s post and start spilling his broken heart out on to the screen.
But he didn’t.
South will know. I’ll ask him what to do.
He started typing a text message, then paused as the man’s number glowed on the screen. He stared at it, the...n gently pressed the tip of his finger against it.MoreLess
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