A few feet above them in a subsidiary attic specifically set aside for hideaways like him, Suleiman al-Libani heard the accented English-speaking voices. One sounded Antipodean, another unrecognisable. He had made it out of London [more…]
Eleven o’clock now, all ready to go into town, park by the restaurant just before twelve, make sure there was beer on their breath, ham it up a bit so it would be just another [more…]
Her day had dragged like no other she had experienced; she’d had a couple of quick calls from Elaine to say there was no change. How was she keeping? Probably not that much different from [more…]
“I’m sorry Ladies and Gentlemen,” said the Director of MI5, surprising the other attendees of COBRA with the heat of his emotion, “but I don’t think you fully understand the implications of last evening’s incidents. [more…]
Where was he? Over an hour late, no replies to texts. After her cousin had left she had spent the day working, then getting ready and then cooking something special for him, even getting out [more…]
Well, he and they had tried. He had felt that he had to go and spend Easter Day with Sally’s parents; after all he had nowhere else to go other than work. He had driven [more…]
Gigs were ferrying people to the island, their small sizes requiring Gillian and Petroc to go separately from them. The previous day and night’s cold front had pushed on inland, leaving a cool but fine [more…]
GOOD FRIDAY Ten minutes from the farm, the sun sinking in the west, the American girl dozing on the back seat, at least she wasn’t arguing now. If Helena hadn’t gone with him to [more…]
Well, he had made the last train back from Brussels to St Pancras; that was one of the few things about the day to give him any satisfaction. Following the previous week’s meeting, he had [more…]
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