Red Roses, White Flags – Pete Clark
‘Now,’ the voice said. ‘The time is now.’ It was heavily disguised, he knew that, and as such, there was not a trace of accent. His heart sank a little at the words, but he knew it was coming, this call. He had been paid, and paid well, and God knew he deserved the money. The desert blew in sandy twists around his feet, and … Continue reading Red Roses, White Flags – Pete Clark
