A/N: Hey everyone. Sorry things so short, the next chapter should be longer. I'm probably going to do a bit of a spam today. So enjoy the next few chapters of 8 Days, 8 Letters.
Present Day: October 1899
Spot's POV
A couple scraggy guys walked in and I followed after them.
I ducked behind an empty table close enough to overhear what they were saying.
I still couldn't make out who Mr. Eriksson was talking to.
"It's certainly them. Their newsies don't suspect a thing," Mr. Eriksson said.
"What about your kids?" the other man said.
"I don't believe they know who I am yet, but I believe they have become suspicious."
"Damn it. This better not affect our plan."
"Relax it won't. All we have to do is sit back and wait for the right moment."
What the hell does that mean?
And who is he talking to?
I tried to sit up a bit to see over the table but ended up hitting my head.
"Ouch," I groaned, rubbing my head.
"What was that?" Mr. Eriksson said.
Shit. Time to go.
I snuck out the door along with a group of patrons and ducked into an alley way. I looked around.
They didn't follow me, but there's no way I'll be able to make it back to Brooklyn.
The Manhattan lodge house isn't too far from where I am and I should be able to get there without them following me.
I'm sure Books won't mind if I stop by. Cowboy might though.
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8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon
FanfictionJaime Kelly, also known as "Books", is the leader of the Lower Manhattan Newsies. She loves her Newsies like they're her family. Every 8 Days she goes to see her best friend, Spot, the "King of Brooklyn". Everything seems to be going pretty normal u...
