Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Fifty-Nine
What we are going to do, is you are going to telephone the BBC. Then we are all going to head to the BBC studios and get you onto the television. You’re going to be [more…]
Thriller
Fiction
War Crimes Chapter 5 – Edge, This Sporting Life
War Crimes Chapter 5 The Regiment moved from Northern Ireland to Cyprus in 1991 and in the September, an extremely promising fly-half, Lance-Corporal Edge was selected to play for the 3rd Infantry Brigades rugby tour [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Fifty-Eight
I put my bad arm around Marmon’s throat. Cutting off his mumblings and pulled him very close. My good hand was getting the Beretta out. we were going to have a little stand-off. I’d react [more…]
Fiction
War Crimes Chapter 4 – Edge, First Contact
War Crimes Chapter 4 Lisanelly Barracks in Omagh, County Tyrone was a scattering of old War Department buildings and more modern, but just as dilapidated buildings from the 1960s and 70s. Surrounded by a double [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Fifty-Seven
Then I saw that almost concealed between the two uniformed officers had been Vanessa. Her slight frame easily masked by their bigger bulk. They all reached the car at the same time as a single [more…]
Fiction
War Crimes Chapter 3 – Edge, Template for a Life
War Crimes Chapter 3 Billy caught up with Mark in the locker area, opposite the ground floor Lavs. Billy was a slightly plump kid so it was no surprise that he was sweating slightly and [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Fifty-Six
Sir Alan stopped his mini pacing. “Just leave now. Vanessa and I will take care of the police. And you can begin your new life of luxury..with one million Europounds in your bank account.” “Just [more…]
Fiction
War Crimes Chapter 2 – Rage, Daniel Copeland’s Story
War Crimes Chapter 2 Of course it had been an accident. He hadn’t even pushed Glen Collier off the raft. Well not technically anyway. It wasn’t Daz who made him lose his balance on the [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Fifty-Five
“You had better come up Inspector.” Then she pressed the button and even from up on the landing Sir Alan and I could hear the electric motor begin to turn the chains to pull open [more…]