Bowson heard through the radio that operational control was being passed to the military, they all knew what that meant. He was summoned back to the temporary situation base in the north-eastern corner of Cavendish [more…]
Former Detective Inspector Charles Hope became a very successful novelist. He wrote scathingly satirical, comedy novels about the police service, which won him few friends among serving officers and the Police Federation, but a huge [more…]
The man’s no coward, hesitates, part of him wants to fight, sees the young man turn away, crouching low, one rifle over his shoulder, the other grasped in both hands, feet race past the closed [more…]
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…]
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop. William Shakespeare The RSM who had told Edge: “I have a feeling that you’ll fuck it up. The [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…]
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…]
Edge had assumed the persona of Andrew Poulsom, a child who had died before his first birthday in 1970, his little body buried in Stoke-on-Trent and a copy of a register of birth had allowed [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…]
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