There was a call on one of his secure pay-as-you-go phones. “Abdul, it’s Suleiman here. Amallifely’s been martyred, shot outside his house this morning. The police are all over it and have been searching the [more…]
‘Damn Sally, why did she have to go so distant to him now?’ Andy Bowson thought to himself as he sat waiting outside the meeting room in West Midlands Constabulary headquarters later that day. ‘She [more…]
Mohammed Badr’s morning run proceeded as usual as he headed out of the city up into the hills on the edge of town; this was going to be a long one, twenty miles at least, [more…]
It Begins The man about to die pulled the green framed glass door shut and glanced furtively up and down the street before locking the door and placing the key in his jacket pocket. His [more…]
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