Dystopia

Ch 62 – The Castle of the Eagles. Traffic was light. Vanessa guided the Mercedes, with considerable skill, around the heavy goods vehicles, and the few other private cars on the road. Timing her overtaking [more…]

Ch 61 – Taken for a ride. Lord Marmon-Herrington Bixby’s suits were too small for me. Just a shade to tight around waist and shoulders. But he had some jackets that were a bit bigger. [more…]

Ch 60 – Imperial Leather. Rich and creamy. The water felt very good. I allowed it power down on my scalp and the back of my neck. The jets massaging the muscles. It helped ease [more…]

What we are going to do, is you are going to telephone the BBC. Then we are all going to head to the BBC studios and get you onto the television. You’re going to be [more…]

I put my bad arm around Marmon’s throat. Cutting off his mumblings and pulled him very close. My good hand was getting the Beretta out. we were going to have a little stand-off. I’d react [more…]

Then I saw that almost concealed between the two uniformed officers had been Vanessa. Her slight frame easily masked by their bigger bulk. They all reached the car at the same time as a single [more…]

Sir Alan stopped his mini pacing. “Just leave now. Vanessa and I will take care of the police. And you can begin your new life of luxury..with one million Europounds in your bank account.” “Just [more…]

“You had better come up Inspector.” Then she pressed the button and even from up on the landing Sir Alan and I could hear the electric motor begin to turn the chains to pull open [more…]

The voice sounded familiar. I had a quick look over my shoulder. The sound was coming from the Hallway. It was the speaker by the door. The buzz had been for the gate. Someone was [more…]