The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

In Small Moments

Jan
05

The asset wasn’t known for tender compassion or warmth. If he was, Nicky assumed, he wouldn’t be an asset.

But there was a certain amount of liability in being an obvious plant that disappeared at irregular intervals, always when someone of import within the country died, and there was something to be said for the traditional old standbys for covers.

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