condensed master

The Reluctant Agent
A Compelling Story of Espionage
plan. They just react when something happens and Ed got caught. The way he was
killed is typical of what they do, the police will never find out anything. The second
thing is this. You'll get no more information from me. Stop spying on them and
you'll stay alive. Has anybody got anything to say?" Everyone looked at Will, but
no questions were forthcoming.
Driving back parallel with the railway lines he turned east over the crossing
towards Vermont but stopped briefly and looked back across the car-park at the
van. It was still stationary and no one had got out. Hopefully, they were all taking
into consideration the advice he had given, but he had no control over that
accepting that it was important for him to keep out of trouble himself, and the way
to do that would be to keep away from the likes of the organization. He could see
Bart and wind things up with him. He'd got what he wanted anyway.
After a troubled night's sleep Will sat having coffee looking out of the picture
window and across the valley. It was Saturday, his mind was still mulling over the
recent traumatic events and he was coming to the conclusion that there were quite
a few facets emanating from Ed's demise.
The most disturbing of these was the possibility that he could have been
implicated in the spying on the Croats and the possible repercussions. The thought
frightened him. As things presented themselves at the moment, he would not be
able to shake the feeling of insecurity for some weeks to come, and perhaps not
then, if things happened in the meantime.
A movement out on the road diverted his attention. It was the telegram boy
from the Post Office riding his red bicycle around the bend. Stopping in front of
the house he rested his bike against the pole that supported the letterbox and
proceeded to walk up the driveway with a telegram in his hand. Will felt the
tensions rising in the anticipation of bad news, and he took a deep breath to offset
the feeling. Will met him at the front door.
"Telegram for you Sir."
Will broke the seal and opened it up. It was from the family in England. "Dear
Will we are sorry to have to tell you that your brother Paul has died." Will was
rooted to the spot. His brother was only 35 years old. He was 13,000 miles away
and there was nothing he could do. His system was going into shock.
"Is there a reply Sir?"
The telegram boy was waiting and Will heard himself answering, his voice
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