He sat in the seat with the front page of the newspaper braced against the truck’s steering wheel, his gray eyes reading the headlines and main story and feeling the growing knot of anger in his gut committing havoc with his blood pressure. The big headline splashed across the top of the paper talked about foreign spies. The headline alone was enough to make him angry. But it was the artist’s rendition of someone long since forgotten splayed across the center of the paper which really sent his blood pressure through the stratosphere.
He could feel each heartbeat pushing blood through his veins with a herculean effort. He could feel the pressure in his jaw muscles as his teeth pressed together. And he was finding it difficult to see clearly. The newspaper article blurred off and on as he t
