Alan Dare was sitting in the Basilica with his wife, watching the spectacle of the Orthodox rite playing out in front of him, along with Art, what now appeared to be his girlfriend, the American [more…]
He was turning into a sad old stick, but so were many of his colleagues. Working through another weekend, attacking the pile of evidence that continued to amass, following every lead, conducting hundreds of interviews, [more…]
She put the phone down and tried to get some sleep. Sam had reassured her that the body was dealt with, just needed them to take it to a place he knew, one of their [more…]
“Mistress Bowson?” He was thin, grey haired, bespectacled, scholarly looking, “Abbot Winwaloe wants you to know that the Exarch and Archimandrite wish to meet you tomorrow morning. Please don’t be alarmed. The Abbot will be [more…]
Later that evening when she relayed his thoughts on Sam to Martha, the older woman broke down, confessing her fears for her adoptive son: the soul tarnishing effect of killing for any cause, the girl’s [more…]
THURSDAY, SECOND WEEK AFTER EASTER Curse them, just one network remaining intact and the shreds of a second now being reorganised. How long before those captured at the training base began spilling out names [more…]
“Mistress Bowson, how are you, your son, the Yazidi girl? Are you still content where you are staying? Have you been studying the books I lent you?” “So many questions at once.” He smiled again [more…]
Sally’s letter had asked her to attend a meeting the following day at the Civic Offices in St Joseph’s. She was to be accompanied by Iltud in preparation for the start of business with the [more…]
No point going back to the office, I’ll head off to see him. Helena opened the lobby door and entered, followed by Sam, closing it behind him; a large bunch of narcissi was sitting there [more…]
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