The Cabinet Office emergency centre was buzzing and crowded: the PM, senior ministers, Met Commissioner and Ted Armstrong, the heads of MI5 and MI6, Director of GCHQ on the phone, senior military officers, the Chief [more…]
The television was on, set to Sky News while her laptop was streaming the BBC news feed direct from Broadcasting House news centre, the cameras still viewing and broadcasting: it was like the Marie Celeste, [more…]
Ah feel pure soarry fer that Brett Kavanaugh c**t. Ah wance goat accused o’ sexshal horassmant an’ it wis a right f**kin’ cerry oan. Some scuzzy wee junkie wumman who’d bin caught tryen tae steal [more…]
He looked at his watch again, three twenty-eight; he nodded to the driver to make the final run in from their side street. The teams in Manchester attacking the same organisation’s base in Salford Quays, [more…]
Inspector Angela Griffiths took the call from another officer, who muttered, “Another weird one, but it might be related?” It was the Churchwarden of the church in the village of the missing man, Doctor David [more…]
The lights were on late in a suburban villa in Ankara; he was already working on the follow up. Isolated attacks, no matter how dramatic, how successful, were less influential than a sequence of almost [more…]
Alan Dare was sitting in the Basilica with his wife, watching the spectacle of the Orthodox rite playing out in front of him, along with Art, what now appeared to be his girlfriend, the American [more…]
He was turning into a sad old stick, but so were many of his colleagues. Working through another weekend, attacking the pile of evidence that continued to amass, following every lead, conducting hundreds of interviews, [more…]
Five minutes later in came the Armenian Archimandrite and an aide with another Greek translator; everything would have to be relayed from English to Greek to Armenian and back again. Narin entered then, looking about [more…]
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