Dave Stretton

Simon Pegson was dressed in grey prison clothing, he was around fifty, had once been fit, possibly a rugby player, but a lot of the muscle had now turned to fat. Jane stood away from [more…]

Dave hailed a taxi when they were in Whitehall, “Flemings Hotel please.” They were greeted as they arrived, in the lounge they ordered afternoon tea. They said nothing until it had been served, Dave asked [more…]

When they had ordered the food and a bottle of wine, Jane asked how the meetings had gone today. “You probably know already, the meetings with the PM and the Home Secretary were both the [more…]

Sally looked at her phone when she heard knocking on the door, it was 10:45. She pulled a dressing gown on and went to see who it was. A smiling Jane Goodley was standing there, [more…]

Dave was up at 06:00, he had breakfast in the canteen and was sitting in the office by 07:00. His first call was to the Prime Minister. “Sir, hopefully this will all be resolved by [more…]

An hour after he had told Sally and Jane of Taff’s impending arrival, his phone rang. Security informed him his visitor was waiting for him. He said to Howard he would be gone for an [more…]

Dave sat in the lounge waiting, he was early, he wanted to see who came through the door. There was no mistaking the Chief Constable, although he had changed out of his uniform, he still [more…]

Back in the office Sally was smiling. “I’ve found him, but Valerie is struggling, when you have had a coffee, can you sit with her.” “Who is he?” “Stephen Williams, aged twenty seven, I have [more…]

The Prime Minister picked up the phone on the desk. “Find the Home Secretary and ask him to return to the meeting room.” It was five minutes before he seated at the table. “Peter, Mr. [more…]