Chapter 23
Each morning’s bombardment was now Bill’s wake-up call. This morning a shell landed nearby, shaking the Hotel Florida like an earthquake. He looked at dust particles falling from the ceiling. His typewriter was tilted at a crazy angle after falling from the table. Bill had to fight off the memory of horrific shelling he’d experienced in the trenches during the Great War.
Surprisingly, the phone was still working.
“We need to meet,” Johnny said. “I will meet you at Chicote’s Bar.”
Bill hastily prepared his usual two dispatches.
One secret wire went to Bill Donovan using a private code. Nationalists within shelling distance. Line holding. Madrid's future is doubtful. Plan reconnaissance today. End.” Signed, Hawkeye
The second dispatch went to J. Edger Hoover en clair. “Defen
