Chapter Twelve“I picked up the articles from the censor’s office, and both pieces passed with flying colors.” Cora smiled and waved a sheaf of papers at Van as he entered the typing room in Broadcasting House. “I’ve already transmitted them, and I hope you’re interested in grabbing a bite to eat while we discuss the next assignment. I’m starving.”
Van rubbed his stomach. “Excellent. We’ve been so busy this week I haven’t been to the market in days. The lone item in my icebox is a shriveled lump of cheese, and the canned meat in my cabinet held no allure this morning. There’s a wonderful sandwich shop around the corner.”
They hurried downstairs and out of the building.
Cora squinted at the brightness as sunshine warmed her head. “I was pleased at how forthcoming DS Graham was with his co
