The detective scrutinized the clue on the table before flicking his gaze to Linus. Middle-aged paunch hung over his waistband, hairline receding, stained fingers played a nervous staccato on his thigh as Linus tried to ignore the lifeless body in the nearby chair. “Any visitors?” the detective asked. “No one visits the old bat.” “Tea?” the Detective pointed at a mug. Linus nodded, eyes twitching. “There’s tobacco leaves floating amongst the dregs.” “I added ginger!” “Yes, to mask the tobacco….

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The men sat in straight-backed chairs around the table, unaware of the numerous ears the walls had. By morning’s end, Riverton would have more information to aid the colonists in the war effort. When Samuel, Riverton’s secret partner in the coffeehouse, entered, he ignored him. Glanced towards the papers with the hidden cipher sitting on the counter. A British officer scrutinized the newssheet. Unnerved, Riverton remained calm, heartbeat steady. Sally called the officer’s name. Oblivious he loved a spy, he…

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