War Crimes Chapter 8 The life could have been idyllic except for Jozica Marić and her irritating ability to get under Edge’s skin. Whenever she was around, cropping up at the other dig sites or [more…]
Ch 61 – Taken for a ride. Lord Marmon-Herrington Bixby’s suits were too small for me. Just a shade to tight around waist and shoulders. But he had some jackets that were a bit bigger. [more…]
War Crimes Chapter 7 Edge hated Banja Luka Metal Factory. He hated the cold, draughty accommodation tents that had been erected inside the factory’s precincts, he hated the boredom, and he hated the dull and [more…]
Ch 60 – Imperial Leather. Rich and creamy. The water felt very good. I allowed it power down on my scalp and the back of my neck. The jets massaging the muscles. It helped ease [more…]
War Crimes Chapter 6 Horace Cutler stared out of his office window at the imposing walls of Lincoln Castle and stirred his coffee thoughtfully. On the front page of the Daily Telegraph, the Prime Minister [more…]
What we are going to do, is you are going to telephone the BBC. Then we are all going to head to the BBC studios and get you onto the television. You’re going to be [more…]
War Crimes Chapter 5 The Regiment moved from Northern Ireland to Cyprus in 1991 and in the September, an extremely promising fly-half, Lance-Corporal Edge was selected to play for the 3rd Infantry Brigades rugby tour [more…]
CHAPTER 3 The light rain that had begun when he got off the train at Bradford on Avon had now turned into a steady drizzle and to judge by the lowering clouds coming in from [more…]
I put my bad arm around Marmon’s throat. Cutting off his mumblings and pulled him very close. My good hand was getting the Beretta out. we were going to have a little stand-off. I’d react [more…]
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