David Stretton

Dave was woken late in the afternoon by Sally sitting on top of him. When she saw his eyes open, she leaned forward and kissed him. “How do you feel?” “I’m not sure, still tired [more…]

When the officers arrived, he introduced himself. He explained what would be taking place. “I will give you a more detailed briefing later.” Sandra handed a sheaf of photographs to Dave, they were all outside [more…]

As they drove back, Sally said how her day had gone, she had loved the firearms part, the classroom part she wasn’t too keen on, but if it had to be done, she would do [more…]

The reports were typed up by 17:00, both of them were worn out. Sally rang and booked a table at the Carvery. On their return the rest of the evening was spent listening to music, [more…]

It would take almost five hours to drive into London, he decided to park at Hillingdon and take the tube the rest of the way. Hopefully he would be there whilst Jane Goodley was still [more…]

On Monday morning, a Transit van was outside, it was loaded with boxes of files retrieved from various locations following the raid on the farm. There was no way it would all fit in the [more…]

Sally was up as normal on Monday morning, Dave said he would be Ubering. When she was at her desk, she made a call, when finished, she went off to see her boss, “I have [more…]

Dave sat at his laptop, on a spreadsheet he was listing all the money he had spent. Some was his own, the rest was from the £150k given to him. It didn’t take long, downstairs, [more…]

He remembered nothing of the drive back, at 02:00 he woke up, he was hungry and thirsty, downstairs he ate cold chicken, drunk a pint of milk and looked for biscuits. He was soon back [more…]