Arts
Jinnie’s Story, Book Eight – Chapter Twenty-Three
Over the few weeks since Jinnie returned from the grand opening of the Ennios St James Bay, it had been a busy time in the De Luca house. There had been the preparations for Izzy [more…]
Thriller
Arts
Book Review, ‘Karla’s Choice’ by Nick Harkaway
The children have a WhatsApp group where they conspire to buy me useful things for Christmas and birthdays. This is a big improvement on the old scattergun approach, where everyone either bought me the same [more…]
Fiction
The Past is Present, Chapter Seventeen
On Thursday morning Dave packed ready for London, he Ubered for a couple of hours to pass the time. He was ready waiting for Sally to return from work, she dropped him off at the [more…]
Arts
Jinnie’s Story, Book Eight – Chapter Twenty-Two
The pool deck and the grounds of the TT Ennios St James Bay were lit up by coloured lights and it was crowded. There was a long line of trestle tables laden with food. Three [more…]
Fiction
The Past is Present, Chapter Sixteen
Out of the Home Office, they stood on the pavement. “Dave, they want you, what are you going to do?” “I will help them all I can, our home is in Loughborough, I’m not moving, [more…]
Arts
Jinnie’s Story, Book Eight – Chapter Twenty-One
Over the next few days, loan staff started to arrive in Tampa as they got their visa applications approved. Jed and Ro arrived two days after Monica had collected her Range Rover and got the [more…]
Fiction
The Past is Present, Chapter Fifteen
In Charing Cross hospital, Sally was sitting at the bedside, her Glock was in the pocket of the Kevlar vest, Jane was sleeping, having been sedated. Dave had phoned to say both Ruth and armed [more…]
Arts
Jinnie’s Story, Book Eight – Chapter Twenty
Jinnie sat in her Crawley office and finished her breakfast bap, bought from the sandwich van. She enjoyed a sausage and fried egg bap and a large coffee on every visit to DKL; it was [more…]
Fiction
The Past is Present, Chapter Fourteen
Dave watched the car drive off, he pulled on his balaclava pulled down only as far as his forehead, it looked like a woolly hat. He reminded the chief inspector to say nothing, “Listen only, [more…]