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Joe Malone, Part Sixty
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…]
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War Crimes Chapter 6 – The Barrister’s Story
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…]
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Joe Malone, Part Fifty-Nine
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…]
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War Crimes Chapter 5 – Edge, This Sporting Life
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…]
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The Butcher Began To Kill The Ox, Ch 3
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…]
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Joe Malone, Part Fifty-Eight
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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War Crimes Chapter 4 – Edge, First Contact
War Crimes Chapter 4 Lisanelly Barracks in Omagh, County Tyrone was a scattering of old War Department buildings and more modern, but just as dilapidated buildings from the 1960s and 70s. Surrounded by a double [more…]
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The Butcher Began To Kill The Ox, Ch 2
CHAPTER 2 Now, here he was, sitting in an anonymous government office, waiting to be grilled by what he had always described as “faceless farts” of civil servants who wouldn’t do his job for all [more…]
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Joe Malone, Part Fifty-Seven
Then I saw that almost concealed between the two uniformed officers had been Vanessa. Her slight frame easily masked by their bigger bulk. They all reached the car at the same time as a single [more…]