The Carter Insurrection

Chapter Four

When Morven got home, there was a thin man sitting on his stoop.

"I've been looking for you. You weren't at the station" explained the man.

"I was probably busy, we were in a meeting."


The man looked Middle-Eastern. Morven started to sweat.

"Can I help you?" he stammered.

"Yes, please. My name's Carter."

"Aa!" gasped Morven. Breathing out very slowly, he said, "I'm Inspector Holltip."

"I'm trying to organize a protest."

"I'm sorry, I can't help you."

Morven rushed past the man and opened his door.

"The officer at the station said it'd need a special permit but she couldn't say why," the man called after him.

Morven jumped inside and slammed the door.