“Mistress Bowson? Forgive us our impatience, but we will shortly have to talk with the outside boys who returned yesterday. Please come and visit the Abbey when you are ready, perhaps share a meal with [more…]
Sally and her son were up early, just after dawn, to find Martha and Iltud already drinking tea at the kitchen table, their porridge slowly bubbling away on the range. They smiled at her as [more…]
She had called him straightaway, the excitement breaking into her voice as she told him the good news. He said he would pop round when convenient for her. “Why any time, now if you want”? [more…]
Hearing the banging and voices, smelling the cooking breakfast, Sally came down leading her son. The atmosphere of the house had changed in an instant, Martha’s tidy home had almost been overwhelmed by dirty, smelly, [more…]
“We need to get moving or we’ll lose the dark.” Art was twitchy, unlike him, the lure of home one yomp away was obviously unsettling him. The farm, their final staging ground before their run [more…]
They were ready to leave, later than planned, cleaning up behind them took longer than they had assumed. It always did and for all Alan’s faults he was thorough, not in the least relaxed about [more…]
Helena struck him once more as being really quite remarkable, just when you thought you might have seen all she had to offer, she revealed another new facet, maybe one unknown even to her, almost [more…]
The Home Secretary had them all in her office for nine o’clock: the Chief Constable of the West Midlands Constabulary, the Commissioner of the Met, various other senior officers including the head of the Counter-Terrorism [more…]
She was shrinking back, terrified. Not surprising thought Sam. Four masked men break into where she’s living, beat up the woman she’s living with, wave guns around, tie her and the other woman and man [more…]
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