Upstairs in the Prime Minister’s private office he turned his computer monitor so Dave could read the message. ‘We have Jane Goodley the head of MI5 here. Unless you do what we want, she will [more…]
Jane Goodley was fourteen miles away, sitting on the floor in what had once been an office, it was on the first floor, she remembered being dragged up the stairs, her hands and legs were [more…]
Dave and Sally walked to their hotel, his arm was round her, they were both happy and laughing. The sound of cicadas could be heard in the undergrowth. It was now over eighteen months since [more…]
Dave was woken late in the afternoon by Sally sitting on top of him. When she saw his eyes open, she leaned forward and kissed him. “How do you feel?” “I’m not sure, still tired [more…]
When the officers arrived, he introduced himself. He explained what would be taking place. “I will give you a more detailed briefing later.” Sandra handed a sheaf of photographs to Dave, they were all outside [more…]
As they drove back, Sally said how her day had gone, she had loved the firearms part, the classroom part she wasn’t too keen on, but if it had to be done, she would do [more…]
The reports were typed up by 17:00, both of them were worn out. Sally rang and booked a table at the Carvery. On their return the rest of the evening was spent listening to music, [more…]
It would take almost five hours to drive into London, he decided to park at Hillingdon and take the tube the rest of the way. Hopefully he would be there whilst Jane Goodley was still [more…]
On Tuesday 11th February at 08:10, I had a heart attack. The alarm had gone off at 07:30, downstairs, I made tea for myself and Mrs. 10210, bringing it back upstairs. We sat in bed [more…]
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