"When I was undercover in Germany, I discovered that my mission controller was compromised. Meaning that he was actually a double agent."
"I know what compromised means." I sigh.
"Yes, I know," says Daisy impatiently, "but he doesn't."
"I ask you what a truffle is ONE TIME." says Alexander, exasperated.
"Naturally, I trued to report him, but he found out. I managed to pull myself out of there, but had no where to go and no way to get there. Luckily, I found Alexander here," she jerks her head at him, "about two years ago,"
"That's why you stopped writing!" I exclaim.
"yes, yes," Daisy says, dismissively, "so we've been hiding."
"FOR TWO YEARS!" I shriek.
"Well...yes." mutters Daisy, "I thought that was obvious. Hazel, we need your help."
"Doing what?"
"You just said it, a minute ago. You work at Bletchley park, you could..."
"No." I cut her off.
"You don't even know what-"
"I'm not betraying the government, Daisy, I could be hanged. Especially since I'm Chinese."
"Watson please." Daisy looks at me, desperately, and i am not sure what to do.
YOU ARE READING
The Next Time We Meet
Historical FictionThe detective society made a promise to each other when they left school, that in two years they would be in the corner cafe, in Cambridge, on Christmas eve. On Christmas eve, 1942, Hazel comes, as promised.
