Later that morning on their way to the midday meeting Dager related his calls to both local chief constables, given that the car had been found close to the force boundaries. “They both understood the [more…]
(This article and part 2 are meant to be a bit of fun, and not to be taken seriously.) Time for a bit of new year fun. In response to a previous article, someone asked [more…]
The man known as Mark had been watching her intently, clearly impatient at Iltud’s diffidence. He broke in. “You’re not going mad, and neither are we, as you will see when well enough. Last night [more…]
THURSDAY Alan Dare watched Mohammed Badr wake slowly from his drugged stupor; the man must be dying of thirst, he thought. They were in a large barn, bare and devoid of content other than some [more…]
There was a call on one of his secure pay-as-you-go phones. “Abdul, it’s Suleiman here. Amallifely’s been martyred, shot outside his house this morning. The police are all over it and have been searching the [more…]
‘Damn Sally, why did she have to go so distant to him now?’ Andy Bowson thought to himself as he sat waiting outside the meeting room in West Midlands Constabulary headquarters later that day. ‘She [more…]
(with apologies to John Frederick Coots and Haven Gillespie) You better watch out You better not cry You better not shitpost I’m telling you why Zuckerberg is coming to town Zuckerberg is coming to town [more…]
Ah wance got wheeked intae the inspectah’s oaffice fer a right f**kin’ hidin’ aboot whit some nosey wee IT c**t foond oan mah wurk computah. “None o’ yer crime reports are gettin saved intae the [more…]
Mohammed Badr’s morning run proceeded as usual as he headed out of the city up into the hills on the edge of town; this was going to be a long one, twenty miles at least, [more…]
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