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Conspiracy at Desert One
A novel

By Bernace Charles
The Iranian

Chapter Forty-Nine

Southwest England

Walker drove the Austin as far south as Penworth. There, along the side of road, Roya again bandaged Walker's wound. It was deeper than he claimed. Only the pressing of Roya's hand against the wound stopped the flow of blood. After getting it bandaged, Roya said, "I'll drive. We have to get you out of the car and in bed. You're not going to be of any use to anyone if you're dead. You need to hold your hand against the bandage. Where are we going?"

"We're going to my first wife. I'm sure they've already questioned her. Whoever was at the house wasn't with the police."

"Will she accept me?"

"Yes. She'll be able to find a place for us."

Roya moved Walker's hand to hold the compression. She said, "I hope you're not bleeding on the inside. It might get infected."

"I'll be fine. You drive." Walker walked around the car to the passenger side.

Roya scooted onto the driver's seat. Sitting behind the wheel Roya asked, "Where to?"

"Drive south until you come to Plymouth."

Roya started the Austin in the direction of the multilane. Reaching it, she turned south. To the east, the sun was beginning to break over the Cotswold Hills. The Austin passed through Chelton and Bristol, and soon entered Somerset County. From there, it continued south toward Exeter in Devon. They reached Devon in late afternoon. Roya steered the car into the outskirts of Plymouth. There, she stopped at a roadside pub to get sandwiches and coffee. No one paid any attention to her, and she turned the Austin back on the road within ten minutes.

Arriving in Cornwall, after crossing the Tamar River, Roya turned the car off the highway and into a meadow secluded by trees. They stopped long enough for her to redress Walker's wound and check his bleeding. The flow of blood had stopped but left an ugly cut. Roya knew it needed stitches. After she cleaned the wound, she redressed it, and pulled it together with tape >>> Go to Chapter Fifty

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