“What’s the matter, Ken?” Tom asked. He’d glanced at the MPs face only once and it had been sufficient to realize Tom was in big trouble. The vein in Ken’s temple pulsated, and if that wasn’t enough evidence of his wrath, the unusually rough treatment said the rest.
“Shut up until you’re asked.”
And then Tom saw Bronson lingering in front of the administration building with a dirty smirk on his face. It was like a punch to his gut. Whatever was going on, it had something to do with his nemesis. That was a bad sign. A very bad sign, indeed.
“We have received a serious accusation that you’re involved in spying for the Russians.” Johnson said as they reached an interrogation room
“That’s complete bullshit!” Tom exploded. They could as well accuse him of being friends with the Nazis. “You
