Surprise Melody Flintkote. Part Two
Copyright© 2019 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 17
“Your spy?”
“If the truth be told, we picked her up between Phucket and the Nicobars ... out of plain air ... so to speak. Poor thing was so exhausted she slept 18 hours.”
When only the truth will do ... make it short and sweet.
“She’s a real beauty...”
“Cassie? Show him your back.”
“Holy ... er ... Moses,” said the youngster. “That’s pitiful. What happened?”
“I think someone decided I needed a lesson ... I think,” Cassie said.
“When?” The younger Lieutenant asked.
“I think I might have been five or six. They wouldn’t let me go to school until it healed.”
“Who?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “I’m a foundling.”
“Foundling? What’s that?”
“I was found on the orphanage steps.”
“You’re an orphan?”
“Got to have had parents to be an orphan,” Cassie said. “I wouldn’t know. I never had any.”
“Don’t know?” he said, “Don’t know who did this to you?”
“The first 10 years were traumatic. It could have been anybody.”
“How did you come to be here?”
“On the boat.” She never did say which boat and never mentioned the portal. “Flintkotes brought me. I was pretty exhausted.”
I said, “She slept 18 hours after she showed up.”
A SAR plane was sent to backtrack us ... and ... what do you know? Oil slick on the water in the general direction. Cassie was registered as a surviving victim of “white slavery.” They never did find any record of an abandoned baby girl ... or a ship ... This is Muslim territory ... they do like their blondes. Some of those guys don’t want to wait for their 72 virgins. ‘Get ‘em now and be a martyr later.‘
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