David Stretton

They sat in the back of the Range Rover as they were whisked off to the rear entrance to Downing Street. Dave and Sally were led in through a guarded doorway. The passes were now [more…]

Dave woke as the front door banged close, he drunk the now cold coffee Sally had left for him. Coming out of the bathroom, he sat on the edge of the bed, there were two [more…]

The last thing Sally did was to lay out hers and Dave’s clothes for the morning. She climbed into bed at 22.30, the alarm was set for 05.00. Dave sat up as soon as the [more…]

Dave was up at 08.00, Sally watched him from the bed, “what are you doing?” “We are going out today, had you forgotten?” “No, I didn’t realise it was an early start, where are we [more…]

The afternoon was spent wandering round Oxford Street. Sally was in and out of the shops, she hadn’t bought anything until they arrived in Selfridges. “Find something you like and I’ll treat you.” She spent [more…]

At 19.25 they were sitting in the restaurant, as they entered Dave had asked for a quiet table. They were shown to one away from anyone else. He explained that there may be a third [more…]

As planned, he left the café and walked down the street, it was still early on Sunday morning, there was hardly anyone about. Dave reckoned he had a maximum of fifteen minutes before Roger Peterson [more…]

Dave opened the spreadsheet with the bank information for Stuart Ogilvy. He printed out a street map of the Wandsworth area. He located the supermarket that was used on an almost daily basis, once a [more…]

The pressure was mounting, he had his introduction to finish plus the report he would present to the meeting on Wednesday. Dave decided to begin with the report, using the one from the last meeting [more…]