PART II
The First Story
or
Political satire’s not dead, it just wants to sleep a little longer.

 
Chapter 14

On the flight to New York, in an under-lit and sterile plane cabin, at the middle seat between two large women, Henry Cockburn held his phone on his lap. The phone displayed a text message notification, from Amal Beck.

Henry frowned. He ran his fingers through his hair. He stared at the notification for several minutes. Then, he put his phone down.

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