The body had not been moved in over an hour. Someone should have been by to dump it in the river but no one had come.
This was very unusual.
Flora sat in her perch behind the cover of the trees and waited until her legs were numb and her feet icy cold. But still no one came to remove the body. It was almost light and that meant dog walkers and joggers and a dead body lying almost completely exposed at the side of the path.
She should have disappeared as soon as she thought her cover had been compromised but she had to show up to a shadowy meeting in a shitty park in the middle of night. In a lucky turn of events it seemed that someone else was believed to be the mole and Flora had stood by as they were gunned down. She had been ordered to leave immediately. The usual clean-up crew had been called and she had pulled away in her car and driven around until it was safe to go back.
In her hidey-hole in the park she could see the patch of grass and blood and had been hoping to snatch some photos of the clean-up crew, who she had never met before. They were one of the only missing links she had left before she could shut down the whole operation.
Except they weren’t there and she was starting to worry that she’d been set up.
She waited half an hour more before she had to give in. It was too light now and she could be spotted at any time. Her back cracked as she turned to her car.
“You’re really good at staying still for a long time.”
“Yeah, you fucker. You made me kill a good man just to catch you out.”
Flora nodded. She had nothing to say. She activated the panic button on her jacket sleeve which would alert her handler to her whereabouts and, in turn, he would alert their superiors and the mighty force of the MI5 would come bearing down on this park in next to no time.
Flora would be dead by that point, judging by Deana’s itchy trigger finger.
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