Alice talked in her sleep .
Only something people who had been close to her knew .
These hidden words passed through the partnership seemly. In a different language its what bound them together so they knew what each thought some how.
Some secret power which quested them to find her . They kept the same business card the same name never changing the under cover nature of Right Triumphs Crime . A slouch hat of a penny adorned its cover one side of a handle bar representing his partners mustache. The messages could pass between them through Alice's dreams .
Could somehow the kgb know the secret? How they passed there messages ? The curved wall of Whispers protected them some how till now . Tall trees like sons passed adorned the drive way to this house . To this wall so critical to memories of past times .
Perth was no normal city and he craved to be back there To that small office he had been away from for so long . Could we let her go again he thought ? Some how he knew his partner was in danger and shivers run down his spine . His knees cramped with pain from sitting so long waiting.
Some news he needed to make his move so he could slip past the entry and find freedom from pursuit . The dank smell of hessian bags was of some comfort to him. But he yearned for the sight of fields and open spaces . Of bronzed heads of sorghum for miles as he waited .
Some how he knew it would come soon . Some sextant of thought passed away from his mind . What if .What if . What if they had found the way to his partner ? There wasnt a cure . Only one man knew . The kgb had injected him but somehow he got away .
You needed to eat a certain food and cook it for the right time at the right place . It could be this place .This place where his partner was searching for Alice .The temperature needed be perfect or it could explode . If his partner shot him now we would never know the cure .
His gut churned with agony for his partner . He chucked violently from his empty stomach at the thought. He needed this passage to continue .
