out. Then the next morning, you guys came along.â
âDid Cousin Alvin tell you how involved he was with the Morgans?â Kaz said.
âSure,â Blake said. âWhen I went to see him, he told me if it was anyone else, heâd have me killed. But since I was family, heâd help. He figured the army would let us both walk if he gave evidence against the others.â
âWere you surprised?â Big Mike asked.
âAt first, yeah. But then Switch was always working the angles, you know? Even when we were kids, he liked to shoplift comic books and candy, small-time stuff like that. Or heâd send me into a store to distract the guy at the counter while he swiped the empty soda bottles they stashed out back. Then heâd cash âem in for the deposit, cool as could be.â
Me, Iâd pulled the deposit scam a few times myself at a store down the block from my house, so I kept mum.
âSwitch is a good guy,â Blake said, evidently putting aside the fact that old Switch would have had him iced if they werenât related. âSmart, too. He had guys working for him at Beaulieu siphoning off fuel, diverting food deliveries, hijacking everything from fountain pens to lumber. The armyâs got so much stuff, itâs like it doesnât even notice when you take a bit here and there. And the Brits, Jesus, theyâll buy anything. You ever go into the stores over here? Hardly anything on the shelves.â
âYeah, I hear thereâs a war on,â I said, tired of listening to his complaints and rationalizing. I was still stuck on Alvin Blake bailing out over Nazi-occupied France. Colonel Harding had failed to mention that little tidbit.
Chapter Ten
âLousy day to take a picture,â Big Mike said the next morning as we hoofed it toward the gates of Buckingham Palace. The wind slapped at our trench coats as a light rain blew across Hyde Park, swirling tree branches and lifting green leaves toward a dull grey sky. The calendar had turned to June, but this wasnât like any June Iâd ever seen back home in Boston. A damp chill rose from the ground and seeped into my bones as I turned up my collar and trudged on.
âWhy are we doing this?â Blake asked, looking much improved after decent grub and a nightâs sleep in a real bed. âIâve already seen the palace.â
âOrders, kid,â Big Mike said, a Leica camera hung around his neck. âWe need a snapshot of you with Kaz and Billy out in the open, so Switch will know youâre safe.â
âWhat are you going to do, mail it to him?â Blake asked. None of us bothered to answer. I was glad he was free of the Morgan Gang, but his company was beginning to wear. Now that Blake knew he was safe and wouldnât be facing charges, heâd developed a smirk that I ached to wipe off his face. There was nothing as irritating as a petty thief who knew heâd beat the system.
âOkay, smile,â Big Mike said as we stood in front of the ornate iron gates, the imposing royal palace looming behind us. Kaz and I stood on either side of Blake, grinning like tourists while he frowned, boredom etched on his brow.
âSmile!â Big Mike barked. Blake jumped, a grin splitting his lips before Big Mike could.
After a couple more shots for luck, we were done with sightseeing. We headed to Norfolk House in Saint Jamesâs Square, where Harding was based, along with General Eisenhowerâs Office of Special Investigations. As we navigated the narrow streets, Blake seemed nervous, glancing about as if expecting a salon car to come around the corner with a gangster aiming a tommy gun at him.
âYou guys sure you can keep me safe?â he asked, keeping Big Mike between him and the curb.
âSafe as houses, as the English put it,â Kaz said, a sly grin lighting up his face. We crossed King Street on our way into Saint Jamesâs Square, and smack in front
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