They called me THE PUPPETEER 2 (The Puppets of Washington Book 6)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5“Atlanta is a lovely city.” That’s how I described it to Mark and Aziz as we were driving down Peachtree Avenue. The buildings standing tall in the city-centre are all attractive, even seductive in their designs and shapes. However, that wasn’t really what I had in mind when I said it was “lovely”. Rather, I thought of the neighbourhoods, which host clusters of small townhouses hidden behind parks and trees and away from the roads that crisscross the suburbs. I called it a city of ‘dollhouses’.

Aziz, once again was silent and admiring the surroundings as we were driving towards our hotel.

“I think we have a tail,” I declared suddenly, turning into a street where we could see the hotel sign in the distance.

Mark turned around to see out of the back window. He saw nothing – no