“Look, I’ll show you. Murray was just about to serve for the Championship when it happens.” Agent Bagitt froze the playback. A lance of brilliant light stabbed towards the Scot in a single frame.
“Subsequently, Murray forfeit, complaining of blurred vision. But this was found in the aisles.” He tossed a compact silver tube on the table. “A strobe gun, an improved version of the one we used in Paris.”
The Chief eye’s flickered. “But I never authorized this.”
Bagitt made to leave. “I’ll find out who did. Murray lost to keep us hungry. And distracted.”
The Chief contemplated the closed door before picking up the phone.
“Sir, we have a problem.”
Link back to Julia’s Place.