Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Sixty Three
No point going back to the office, I’ll head off to see him. Helena opened the lobby door and entered, followed by Sam, closing it behind him; a large bunch of narcissi was sitting there [more…]
Thriller
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Sixty Two
Time to move then, break down and pack away the Barrett, can’t bear to leave it for them, drop the pack, rig a small charge underneath it to ruin its discoverer’s day, hand gun in [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Sixty One
Four hours later, he heard voices in the distance, coming up the valley, accented English, a sizeable force. His scope was on them now, dressed in camo gear, small backpacks, AK47s, carrying what looked like [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Sixty
She left the office for St Thomas’; Sam was making his own way to the Chilterns, and now she had to see how her other man was progressing. She was supposed to be working in [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Nine
He was strolling along the street with George Edward to get some outside air, hardly fresh in central London, and a sandwich. George had seemed unusually keen on accompanying him, had insisted he pay and [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Eight
MONDAY, SECOND WEEK AFTER EASTER The car had met him at the airport and was taking him straight to a villa away from the city, by the coast, nice and quiet, almost certainly the [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Seven
Later that evening she ushered in a dishevelled Sam, heavily laden with what looked a back pack, tent, sleeping bag, webbing. “Thanks Miss.” He looked overawed, out of place in her restrained luxury, not used [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Six
The conversation with Martha hadn’t gone well. Alan knew he couldn’t duck his responsibility, he could soften the blow by obfuscating his worst suspicions, explain that Sam had opted to stay behind on his own, [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Five
Andy Bowson was back at the control centre by nine, starting to piece together the reports from the various raids around the country prior to a meeting with his superiors at tea time. Days of [more…]