(This is Part Two of the story. Be sure to read Part One before you keep going.)
I winced at the shakiness in my voice. I didn’t realize it in the moment, but it had been over 40 years since I had answered one of these phone calls.
The line was quiet. Not dead, I could hear someone’s breathing. It was muffled, like they had their hand over the receiver, but it was there. Heavy breathing, like they had been running to get somewhere. Or away from someone.
I tried to recall my training, tougher now that I was in my 60’s.
“Agent, what is your call sign?” I asked hesitantly. I think it was call sign. Continue reading “The Last Phone Watcher – Part Two”