In shock, his brother’s killer spit out the mouthful of spaghetti and matzah balls he was chewing when he saw the email. Somehow someone knew. Someone that was still alive.
At that moment he made a vow to do whatever it takes to ensure his freedom. Even if that meant killing another spy. Even if it was his brother. Or his brother’s sister’s friend’s brother.
Quickly Oscar changed out from his checkered shirt and jeans into a white button down with black slacks. He would leave no stone unturned. Which meant that once again Oscar G. Stone would be going by Menachem M. Grossman.