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EXTRACTS KNOCK KNOCK Dawson heard the urgent knock on the door. He registered no surprise. He was expecting it. “Hold the line." He growled into his shoulder microphone. "And hold your fire.” His men acknowledged the command and obeyed the order. Seconds later a massive blast ripped the front door from its hinges and hurled it into the hallway. A second explosion rocked the adjoining room, sending the ceiling crashing to the floor. The four men seated around a huge mahogany table didn’t stand a chance. “Activate plan B” Dawson yelled into the mic. “Immediately.” THE GETAWAY The road safety people blasted out regular messages warning everyone that Speed Kills. Jacob ignored the road safety propaganda because he knew speed was the only thing that would save him from the desperate men who wanted him dead. They'd already made a serious attempt to eliminate him, but he’d played a better hand and messed up their plans. Jacob was well acquainted with the thugs who were after him. He knew there’d be no second chances. He had to make a fast and furious getaway. Time wasn’t on his side. THE GRAVEYARD Many people have a dread of being in a graveyard after dark, but for Alison visiting her cherished mother’s resting place in moonlight allowed her to make a sacred connection with the woman who had been her best friend. Their time together had been cut short when Patrice succumbed to a terminal illness at the age of fifty. Patrice Campbell had been more than Alison’s mother and friend; they were also business partners. They had started The Right Solutions graphic design studio seven years ago. Situated in the heart of London, the business had rapidly become popular with other small business owners. Financially they were doing nicely. JACK and JILL Jack and Jill went up the hill. They never came back. After a four-month, intensive, investigation the police still could not explain the couple’s disappearance. Both were highly experienced hikers, who knew the local countryside well. The gently sloping hills would have been a pleasant stroll for them. So, what happened to them? The investigators had discovered nothing that would explain why two, healthy, responsible, walkers would simply vanish. The case looked like it was headed for the unsolved archives. Until one day a woman handed in a wallet she had found in a crevice near the place where the couple had gone missing. The driver’s licence in the wallet belonged to one Jill Wilkinson. The same person who had gone for a walk but never came back. Jill Wilkinson was a teacher at the local primary school. The investigators discovered she was well liked, extremely competent and appeared to have no enemies. Further checking into Jill’s past did however reveal that in her youth Jill had had a close relationship with a person of interest in a case the police had been investigating for years. They believed the man they had under their microscope was the brains behind a chain of bank robberies. BLOODY MONEY Tommy Lewellyn had been a local government politician for over ten years. Tommy was the Go-To guy for developers who needed someone to bend the zoning laws, or to look the other way when a proposal might be a little on the shady side. Tommy was the best friend of all the people who believed the regulations that controlled land usage were too inflexible. Tommy could bend rules, without actually breaking them. And this suited all the folk who slid him thick, cash filled envelopes, under the table. Of course, Tommy had made a few enemies, but he really didn’t care about them. His buddies were extremely resourceful and took diligent care of him. And they paid him extremely well when he helped them out. It was a win-win for everyone. The lawyers loved Tommy too. Regardless of whether they acted for the defence or the prosecution, Tommy created wealth for them all. Tommy was always involved in some type of legal battle. For many people, suing Tommy was an Olympic sport. |
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