Chameleon

The old man looked up and glared at the maintenance man.

‘What is it, something wrong?’ he asked. The man did not answer. He walked slowly across the dark room toward Hooker and stood in front of the desk.

He was unbuttoning his shirt.

The room was deadly still except for the ticking in Hooker’s chest.

The clock began to run faster.

Tick . . tick ... tick... tick

‘What are you doing? What’ s the meaning of this?’

Still no answer. The man was staring at him with hate.

He opened the shirt .

‘Permit me, General. I am Chameleon,’ he said.

Also by William Diehl in Sphere Books:

SHARKY’S MACHINE