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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...
Model Manuscript Retribution Part six
It was dark and quiet in the basement cellar of the office block with just the murmur of the air conditioning unit. A mouse scampered across the floor then stopped, all nerves trembling because it could smell cheese and was hungry enough to risk anything. Carefully...
Model Manuscript Retribution Part seven
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...
The Model Manuscript. Retribution Part One
It was a winter night, wet and dark: not the sort in which to be walking back to the hotel. Christ, Nick Alum thought, I should have driven to the meeting, but it's too late now. Better to be curled around a good book and a fine bottle of Australian red or white wine....
The Model Manuscript Retribution. Part two
He opened the door to be confronted with the Manager of the hotel arguing with two very smartly dressed men. - One of them was carrying what looked like Nick's jacket. The very same jacket that Laura had wrapped the young girl in that afternoon's fracas. Nick observed...
Model Manuscript Retribution Part three
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 the funeral,...
Grindal Wax
Charlie was a very quiet man who lived by himself in a little country bungalow. The bungalow where his Mother and Father had lived.....He'd been out of work for two years now, and was a very bored and lonely person. The only money he possessed was his tiny Army...
Return to Unit
10th July 1943. The aircraft flew unsteadily through the thickening sea mist. Flight Lieutenant Mike Peters struggled wearily to keep it straight and level. He was an old hand--a survivor of the Battle of Britain and now he needed all his skill to nurse this failing...
Perfect Innocence
When I was a child my mother told me it was imperative I always did what an adult told me to do, so I always obeyed. My actions now haunt me, engulfing everything in their path like a gigantic wave eating a tiny boat. Looking at my reflection within the mirror, I see...
Like a bad penny
“So, these DNA strands really do match?” I asked. “Yes, if we just fill in a few gaps, as usual.” “An exact match? Really? Yeah. Right” My research associate Daniel looked understandably jaded after a considerable stretch in the lab. He frowned. “Ian, I’m telling you,...