Afarin Khan

She was staying in a small conference facility southeast of Sheffield and in the heart of the Peak District. The bar was empty apart from the Latvian barman. A wall mounted TV was in the [more…]

She met Bartlett in the Costa Coffee at Victoria underground. She was extremely nervous about the meeting and saw him inside. She went to shake his hand, but he hugged her and led her towards [more…]

Afarin opened her eyes. There was a bright light behind the curtains, and she could hear Jean-Claude in the kitchen. This is my house. There are many like it up here on the hill, but [more…]

The morning flight from Tel Aviv landed at Heathrow at 10:30. Afarin collected her hand baggage from the overhead locker and made her way to the exit. As soon as she stepped off the aircraft [more…]

Going Home Afarin and Heyfa were in their favourite place, Heyfa’s bed. It was one of those gentle moments where nothing else matters in the whole world, just the two of them. They were saying [more…]

Time to hide behind the sofa again.  Contains descriptions of a sexual nature. Afarin devoured Heyfa’s body with her eyes. She marvelled at just how lovely the female body was. Not hers of course. She [more…]

The time passed very quickly and yet it felt slow. It was soon dark outside, and Afarin took the tennis ball and went out into the night. After a fifteen-minute walk she was at the [more…]

Afarin hurried out of the undergrowth and found the other three. They were crouched down waiting, Dan with a filtered signal torch, ready to send out two dashes and two dots. Afarin crouched down with [more…]

They made their way to the control room, lugging their weapons and equipment. None of the crew even looked at them, as though they knew they were mysterious, ruthless killers. It was not their job [more…]