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Joe Malone, Part Seventy
Ch 70 – Taking back control. Sandra Batkawayo was waiting for me outside the door. “The studio is this way, Mister Malone.” He began striding off down the deep piled corridor. He was a big [more…]
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19th Century
I never meant to write a novel
Today A Bear’s Diary is published as a hardback. It has been available as an ebook for a couple of months. It’s a shortish novel at 65,000 words, decorated with old engravings which give it [more…]
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War Crimes Chapter 18 – The Long Shot
War Crimes Chapter 18 Just before midnight on a late October evening in 2005, a Puma helicopter took off from Basra Air Station and headed north. The aircraft showed no lights, a contrast to the [more…]
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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…]