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Joe Malone, Part Sixty-Nine
“Vanessa too, Bixby. She will go to prison as well.” He looked back to where she was still seated. She was watching us both. Puzzled by why we had seemed to argue over nothing at [more…]
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War Crimes Chapter 17 – The Girl from the RAF
War Crimes Chapter 17 Afarin became another cog in the machine and made a conscious effort to fit in and not piss them off. Her real skills came to the fore while they were interrogating [more…]
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War Crimes Chapter 16 – The Little Girl from Derby
War Crimes Chapter 16 Afarin Khan had never been blessed with the type of cleverness required to ingest, sift, collate and then regurgitate information onto an examination paper. If anything as far as the British [more…]
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Joe Malone, Part Sixty-Eight
I went over to the coffee area. Stood in front of the table facing the silver urns and china cups, my back to the rest of the room. More importantly, my back to the CCTV. [more…]
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War Crimes Chapter 15 – Moira and Edge’s Story, Holy Matrimony
War Crimes Chapter 15 Like most of the important milestones in Edge’s life his marriage was in the autumn, October 14th of 2000 at St John the Baptist Church Instow. It was and is a [more…]
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Joe Malone, Part Sixty-Seven
Nina’s face disappeared on the screen of the videophone. I was left looking at the dancing pole. The topless dancer had gone. Nina’ asked a question. “Just how long were you thinking this short Iceland [more…]
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War Crimes Chapter 14 – Edge, Back in the Balkans
War Crimes Chapter 14 They were lying in a hide under the trees, about halfway up the steeply sloping valley. From this vantage point they could see the Pristina road and the River Iber winding [more…]
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Joe Malone, Part Sixty-Six
The BBC junior lawyer had gone. A production assistant had come to tell us “Precording will begin quite shortly. Someone will call for you. It’s going to be in studio six.” She went away. Ch [more…]
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War Crimes Chapter 13 – Moira and Edge’s Story
War Crimes Chapter 13 When Angela found Moira it was obvious that Moira had been crying. Her dark mascara had run from her eyes in blue streaks and those eyes were puffy and reddened. Even [more…]