David Stretton

Collecting a coffee on the way, he knocked on Jane Goodley’s office door. He waited to be called in. She was pouring him a coffee as he entered. Seeing him she asked if he still [more…]

Monday morning was hectic, Sally was out the habit of getting ready for work, she had her story ready for why they had to come home early from their holiday, it was the same one [more…]

At 08:30, they were both sitting in the office, Sally showed Dave the report she had typed. “Some of it doesn’t make sense, other parts are round the wrong way, they spent an hour going [more…]

Sally suggested they stop at Tesco’s on the way home, “there is nothing fresh in the house, we need bread, milk, juice and food for meals.” Dave reluctantly agreed, Sally phoned Olivia, her best friend, [more…]

Breakfast the next morning was in the hotel dining room. Jane was looking better, she sat at a table with Alison. Dave, Sally and the guard from outside the door sat at the next table. [more…]

He sat in the lounge, the Glock resting on his lap. “Sally found him there at 09:30, asleep. He was holding the Glock, she took it from him and shook him, Dave, wake up and [more…]

The Range Rover was ready for them, Dave put the holdall with the weapons in the boot, Sally’s heart was thumping. They set off driving through the Saturday night traffic, as they drove east, the [more…]

Upstairs in the Prime Minister’s private office he turned his computer monitor so Dave could read the message. ‘We have Jane Goodley the head of MI5 here. Unless you do what we want, she will [more…]

Jane Goodley was fourteen miles away, sitting on the floor in what had once been an office, it was on the first floor, she remembered being dragged up the stairs, her hands and legs were [more…]