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“Harold, where have you been disappearing at night? Don’t you love me?” his fiancée June asked.
“I’ll tell you what I can but we need to go somewhere safe. My men will sweep our hotel for bugs first.”
She nodded confused. Later, June turned towards Harold in their room, “Well?”
“I work with the CIA and you can never tell anyone for both our sakes.”
She nodded, “This isn’t what I expected at all but I won’t say a word. I’m glad we have each other.” Her words trailed off, Harold kissed her.
Outside their open window, a yellow locust (Tick) clicked. He was a scientific phenomenon whose clicking spread a morse code message to the enemy in the Kremlin.
But Harold was sharp. He’d seen the mysterious yellow locusts while walking into the hotel with June. The garden was fumigated that night.
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