The emergency sub-committee were all back in the main room: the ceasefire at Broadcasting House was over two hours old now and disparate reports were starting to be assimilated, an incomplete but increasingly coherent picture [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…]
Gigs were ferrying people to the island, their small sizes requiring Gillian and Petroc to go separately from them. The previous day and night’s cold front had pushed on inland, leaving a cool but fine [more…]
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