Signals of Treason Part 3

SUNDAY MORNING, listeners! The sun climbs slow and golden over Manhattan, brushing the city in warm strokes of amber and rose. Church bells drift from distant steeples. Milkmen clatter along quiet streets. The great metropolis stretches, yawns, and blinks itself awake.And high above Fifth Avenue, where the dawn turns tall windows to burning copper and sets silk curtains glowing, our heroine is…