by Leslie de la Haye | Jun 29, 2010 | Stories
Paul met them at Zurich airport as instructed. His wound was only a bullet graze to the temple. The ambushers left him as dead, but he was able to follow them to a warehouse on the perimeter of Zurich airport. The main floor of the building was used as a meat storage...
by Leslie de la Haye | Jun 29, 2010 | Stories
Two days later they flew by Quantas Airlines to Changi Airport, Singapore. During the flight Nick had time to acquaint himself with his new assistant Twinkle. Born in East London to Gillie and Ron Campbell, the boy had been a bit of a rebel at school and after a spell...
by Leslie de la Haye | Jun 29, 2010 | Stories
For the next two days Nick emerged only for the toilet. He worked into the early hours of the mornings and then slept on the very comfortable couch at night. Each of the two days at mealtimes a tray was placed outside of the study door with plain but well prepared...
by Leslie de la Haye | Jun 28, 2010 | Poetry
Born with nothing and still the same As pass I through a childish game Of life its future only lent Which in the end cannot prevent The gruesome shadow of my death As the grim reapers fetid breath Feels so red hot upon the neck Of youthful body now a wreck. In spite...
by Leslie de la Haye | Jun 28, 2010 | Stories
The body of Laura was to be returned to the UK. How would Nick face the Colonel with this devastating news of his beloved daughter? God help the killers! The funeral of course was held in Laura’s home town in Scotland. Many of Nick’s army friends attended...
