War Crimes Chapter 14 They were lying in a hide under the trees, about halfway up the steeply sloping valley. From this vantage point they could see the Pristina road and the River Iber winding [more…]
War Crimes Chapter 13 When Angela found Moira it was obvious that Moira had been crying. Her dark mascara had run from her eyes in blue streaks and those eyes were puffy and reddened. Even [more…]
Photo by Lane Jackman on Unsplash War Crimes Chapter 12 Like all sociopaths, after a few years Daz Copeland had built up a network of contacts and acquaintances due to his superficial charisma and undoubted [more…]
War Crimes Chapter 11 Angela Keeble knew that she had made a mistake as soon as she said yes, but like most things in her life, she reasoned that she could manage the situation. At [more…]
War Crimes Chapter 10 On an evening in October 1998, a C130 Hercules of RAF No 47 Squadron, Special Forces Flight, took off from RAF Leuchars, north of St Andrews in Fife. To the residents [more…]
War Crimes Chapter 9 Don’t—don’t—don’t—don’t—look at what’s in front of you. (Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up an’ down again); Men—men—men—men—men go mad with watchin’ ’em, An’ there’s no discharge in the war ! Much meaningful business within the [more…]
War Crimes Chapter 8 The life could have been idyllic except for Jozica Marić and her irritating ability to get under Edge’s skin. Whenever she was around, cropping up at the other dig sites or [more…]
War Crimes Chapter 7 Edge hated Banja Luka Metal Factory. He hated the cold, draughty accommodation tents that had been erected inside the factory’s precincts, he hated the boredom, and he hated the dull and [more…]
War Crimes Chapter 6 Horace Cutler stared out of his office window at the imposing walls of Lincoln Castle and stirred his coffee thoughtfully. On the front page of the Daily Telegraph, the Prime Minister [more…]
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