IT PAUSES, MONDAY BEFORE EASTER, HOLY WEEK An early morning start for the whole household, Martha, Iltud, Sally, Josey, Narin and an insistent Sam, who refused to be left behind; fresh clothes, big breakfasts, [more…]
At least Lena hadn’t done a runner, nor did she seem to be having second thoughts, she had just lapsed into fatalistic passivity, as if having made this one big decision her life could continue [more…]
“Hi Lena, how are you?” She had been a couple of minutes late and, due to constant demands from her work tablet for her attention, hadn’t been able to prepare herself for what could be [more…]
She picks up straightaway; she guesses who it is, although it’s very rare for him to call her at work. Thanks for calling back; he was going to call her anyway. How is she, has [more…]
Ten o’clock, now we’re getting somewhere. Names at first, some numbers to match, some names obviously noms-de-guerre, whatever those classifications meant if anything, allusions to imports, depots, a few account details. Hazard an educated guess: [more…]
By the time Sam got back, filthy, wet, tired and beaming from the day’s exertions, the fragile atmosphere that had pervaded the house had relaxed at least a couple of notches. Sally explained to him [more…]
He was in the outskirts of Istanbul today, making sure that the logistics and recruitment pipeline, which began here and lanced through the bowels of Europe into those vital organs of the west; Britain, France, [more…]
Andy Bowson’s heart wasn’t in it this evening so he decided to tidy up his desk and make ready to go to the place he now dreaded, his home, or was it now just the [more…]
Chief Superintendent Dager had just finished briefing Bowson and two of his other subordinates on the outcome of the Home Secretary’s steering group when someone appeared at his cubicle door; Bowson saw his face fall [more…]
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