Chapter 8 ‘Paul. Sit down. Please.’ ‘What happened Alec? What the hell happened?’ Paul Foster stopped his angry pacing and turned to face the other man standing there in the office. ‘I don’t know. I wish I did, Paul. Here,’ Alec Freeman handed a glass to the young man who perched himself reluctantly on the corner seat, ‘you need this.’ Foster looked up, eyes drawn and bewildered. ‘Not Ed. It…
Chapter 6 The unfamiliar noise outside was enough to waken him, and for one moment, as he crossed the barrier between sleep and wakefulness he had a tantalizing snatch of memory, too vague, too transitory to do more than make him gasp with unrecalled and unremembered fear. It was hard to breathe with the tightness, the panic that crushed his heart within him. Struggling for air he froze, terrified, unable…
Chapter 4 Bloody hell. What time was it? She reached out for the phone. Did no one understand the meaning of ‘off duty’? Her mobile buzzed again, insisting on an answer. The project worker would continue to pester her with voicemail messages, texts, and calls until she answered. ‘Yes’ she grunted, surrendering to the demands of the small despot now gripped in her hand. Damn the person who invented…
Tags: violence, disemboweling, death Chapter 2 The underground car park was deserted. Only Straker’s car and one other parked in random places between the concrete pillars. Dim lights flickered behind wire brackets, glinting on random puddles of water that had dripped from rainsoaked vehicles. Other liquids also marked the oil-streaked and begrimed surface of the roadway. Darker, more ominous puddles, reflecting the gloomy light in their thickening crimson patterns….
Prologue & Chapter 1 Thursday 06.36 The dim light in the alleyway pooled down onto the huddled figure. Late at night, in this less salubrious area of London, there were few late-night revellers. Not even an insomniac dog-walker. But the man had been spotted nonetheless. It was dealt with in the usual efficient manner. Photographs, forensic evidence, SOCO’s. Processed, collated, labelled. Then the body removed to the central morgue for…
2.20 – 3.20 a.m. The mantle clock, an old family heirloom, was chiming half past as he quietly navigated the obstacle course that was the lounge at night. Half-past. So that meant it was actually twenty past. The clock had never run on time. However much they adjusted the pendulum up or down it always seemed to run ten minutes fast. Virgil made his way silently past the piano, his…
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05.48 hours I knew I was going to have to tell her sometime today, but she was still asleep when I pushed back the covers and, muscles stiff and aching, sat on the edge of the bed. Not enough sleep last night. Not enough sleep most nights really. Nightmares do that to you. Make you afraid to sleep, to close your eyes in case they come for you. It was…
Settings and Situations A serious look at places and people, and how lack of research can lead to some ‘painful’ situations! So, you have your ingredients, all properly weighed and measured, now you need to prepare them. Get out the chopping boards and the sharp knives! (and you might just want to check that your first-aid kit is handy!) What has that to do with Fanfic you might ask? Well,…
