In the bar, Dave sat with a brandy, he was mulling over the conversation, he tried to think if he had missed anything, he was sure he hadn’t. He climbed off the barstool, said goodnight [more…]
Paolo hadn’t been surprised when Jinnie had told him she was undertaking a mission on behalf of the Italian government. He simply nodded and said he was only surprised it hadn’t been sooner, adding that [more…]
In the lobby of the hotel, Dave stopped at the Concierge’s desk. “Are there any good small restaurants round here?” He was asked what type of food he wanted to eat. Sally said an Indian [more…]
The day after talking to Alan there was a SuperBurger board meeting. Jinnie set off very early for Crawley, she wanted to spend some time in the DKL office before the noon SuperBurger board meeting [more…]
Only the nieve might think the nighttime streets of 1894 Soho, a den of immigrants and nere-do-goods, were not already alive with talk of the events of the previous chilly February afternoon. Passers-by investigating an [more…]
They sat in the back of the Range Rover as they were whisked off to the rear entrance to Downing Street. Dave and Sally were led in through a guarded doorway. The passes were now [more…]
Jinnie pushed the button that changed the Trattoria Trevi Group boardroom’s glazed partitions from transparent to opaque and called the meeting to order. Before talking about the project, she impressed on everyone the importance of [more…]
Ruffians, alone or in groups of two or three, descend from different directions along gloomy London streets on a sharp winter’s weekday night in February 1894. Amongst them is a figure in a top hat [more…]
Dave woke as the front door banged close, he drunk the now cold coffee Sally had left for him. Coming out of the bathroom, he sat on the edge of the bed, there were two [more…]
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