Chapter 8
Cornwall was having a typical April evening, surprisingly chilly after the warmth of the day. At least the sea fog was staying just offshore.
Katie lay beside Anton atop the hump of Bunker Cottage, which offered a splendid view of the Skewjack building, especially with the powerful night-vision binoculars that the team had provided.
The team. Michelle, Isobel, and Jesse lay with them. Ricardo and Hannah were somewhere out there in the night.
Again she wondered if she was doing something horribly wrong. Perhaps she should have reported them all to the police or the telephone company. Maybe to the social media sites that owned so many of the cables. Or someone.
These people were invading a site that they themselves had told her was of critical national security. Critical to na
