When the Bad Gets Worse.
Svetlana met them in the living room as they exited. “Did you learn anything?”
“Not what we were expecting,” Trevor quipped in passing. “Do you think he’s crazy?”
“I would not be here if my government did not believe him. So no, I do not think he is crazy. Just maybe not stable.”
“Good luck.”
Sergei’s voice came in over a loudspeaker, “If I find anything else, Svetlana will contact you. I shall keep searching.”
Trevor waved at no one, just the walls, figuring Sergei had been watching them the whole time, and he was right. “Thanks, Sergei. I will think of that while I am not sleeping… ever again.”
The walls seemed to speak again, “Svetlana, make sure he has your number in case they need our help.”
She raised her right eyebrow, extending a hand to Trevor. He
