Storm Cell (Lewis Cole Book 10) by Brendan DuBois

Author:Brendan DuBois [DuBois, Brendan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Severn River Publishing
Published: 2024-03-12T00:00:00+00:00

I took a shower, checked my skin for any bumps or swellings that would give me the not-so-cheery sign that my lifelong souvenir of my exposure way back when to a biowarfare agent had decided to come back for a visit.

Skin check done, for some reason I didn’t have the energy to return downstairs, so I stretched out on my bed, dozed some, and half waited for the phone to ring with my static-filled call. Somehow in that in-between world of being wide awake and deep asleep, a memory was tickled. I couldn’t quite grasp it, but the call and the sounds therein were now familiar. But how? When I was a young and solitary boy growing up in Indiana after we had moved there from New Hampshire, I had played at night with my father’s old Heathkit shortwave radio receiver. There, decades before something called the Internet wired up the world, I would be in bed at night, earphones on my head—the best way to hear and the best way not to have my parents listen—and in the glow of the tubes and the dials, I would slowly scan the ether.

I wasn’t looking for any particular station or broadcast. I just enjoyed stumbling over stations by accident: Radio Moscow, with its cheerful propaganda about the most excellent life under communism, Spanish-language stations I couldn’t understand but that had music that was foreign and tempting to an Indiana boy huddling under the covers, and odd music from the Mideast, which made me quietly shiver with the thought that some Bedouin with a battered transistor radio in the middle of some remote desert was listening to the same music I was.

And there was the place between the dials, where there would be bursts and blurps of static, and occasional bits of Morse code, which made me wonder what secret messages were being passed along, and what they were saying.

Most likely it was this yearning to find out secrets that led me to work for the Department of Defense.

And maybe it was those memories that were being dredged up as I stayed in bed, stretched out, eventually falling asleep and hearing nothing save the motion of the waves.

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