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War Crimes – Epilogue Three
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. Inevitably the country burst into flames. It started in the unpoliced cities that had largely become a [more…]
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War Crimes – Epilogue Two
Former Detective Inspector Charles Hope became a very successful novelist. He wrote scathingly satirical, comedy novels about the police service, which won him few friends among serving officers and the Police Federation, but a huge [more…]
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War Crimes – Epilogue One
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop. William Shakespeare The RSM who had told Edge: “I have a feeling that you’ll fuck it up. The [more…]
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War Crimes Part Forty three – Redemption
Edge had assumed the persona of Andrew Poulsom, a child who had died before his first birthday in 1970, his little body buried in Stoke-on-Trent and a copy of a register of birth had allowed [more…]
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War Crimes Part Forty Two – Nemeses
“Who is she?” asked Edge. They were sitting in a car outside a closed garden centre, just off the A41 near Bicester. “She’s Charlie Dorking’s niece, Alice Warboys. She’s a uniformed copper who wants to [more…]
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War Crimes Part Forty One – Goodbye, Mark Edge
In April Edge was discharged from the hospital in Faro and referred to a local hospital for ongoing physiotherapy. He made a remarkable recovery due to his fitness, determination and cussedness, but more importantly with [more…]
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War Crimes Part Forty – Edge, The Long Fight Back to Humanity
He came out of the water at the side of a lake, near where a small river joined the main body of water. The air was cool and fresh with the scent of the pine [more…]
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War Crimes Part Thirty nine – Edge, Death in the Algarve
The Transavia flight from Charles de Gaulle Airport, touched down at Lisbon thirty minutes behind schedule. The passenger who had been sitting in the starboard isle seat by the over wing exit, waited for the [more…]
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War Crimes Part Thirty eight – Edge, Down and Out in London
They barely paid him any attention because nobody wears their cloaks of invisibility as effectively as London’s homeless. Edge was at his OP on the south-east corner of Lincoln’s Inn Fields where he could watch [more…]