If someone sneezes, will it change the world? Maybe, possibly, perhaps. Are there no rules if you’re rich? What’s ‘The Law’? They’re just some rules made by some men. Vodka, champagne, Paracetamol, tramadol, Benzo’s, Amphets anything to make it be quiet. Anything, it doesn’t matter what it is. Mother will give it to me, she always does. Grissholme De Montry Burlingham. lockers, Eton, Cambridge, then what? Somewhere safe for his brilliant mind.
They were the business! The best! The Boys! Brendon and Niall were Hereford Drug Squad, they always won. For one of them it didn’t matter what he did. He searched for elusive failure, wanted punishment, deserved and needed condemnation. For the other, breaking the rules was OK as long as you enjoyed it, didn’t get caught, and didn’t hurt anybody. Bermuda, marriage, trains, Thailand, Hong Kong, New York, divorce, death, several deaths, Ecuador, Guatemala, Love, Drugs, Love, Memories, Love and two dogs. Did I mention Love! Oh! And money.
Terry was bigger, fitter, harder, stronger than all those around him, why should he stay locked up?Richard was a mild murderer, he had a strategy for prison. Keep quiet, don’t rock the boat, smile and do as you were told and you’d be out on your first parole board. For both of them time inside was time wasted. Irreplaceable and valuable . Terry had a plan, Richard was his cell mate, Terry’s plan needed two people. Richard was the man. But what about love? Happy Christmas!
February in Wales just has to be bleak and wet, so what do you do after work? Who’s the group, who’s the singer? What’s the song? Of course it’s fiction. Or is it? Can you love a cat that much? When it’s cocaine and ‘Stoli’ between meals what’s real?
Life was simple, if somewhat solitary for Tom. It consisted of his work at the V&A and Mom and Dad. They didn’t really like him living and working in London, they didn’t really like it when he passed the eleven plus and went to the Grammar. They didn’t understand what a ‘first’ from Oxford meant, but he went back home as much as possible. Of course they died, but not really, they’d just moved on to a better place he could still chat to them.
Isobelle an intern at work was lovely, full of life and fun but very young, then there was Barbara, not a pin up girl but what a mind! What a voice! Also an intern from the Ashmolean they were close, he’d even been to her parents for Sunday lunch. Mom liked the sound of Barbara.
Tom’s boss was the world renowned Professor Andrew Hogartty. He’d do anything Andrew asked him to do including spending some years in Baghdad cataloguing all the recovered artefacts stolen during the two wars. Andrew really wanted to get his hands on ‘The Mask of Warka’ but at the moment it was missing.
Monique was French, she worked for the Louvre and was his work partner at the National Museum of Iraq. Mom wasn’t keen on foreigners.
Zerzura the white city in a lost oasis inhabited by fair skinned people with straight swords and guarded by black giants was a myth. Or was it?
When you’re the cousin of the Emperor of Japan. A Royal Prince of the Chrysanthemum Throne, no one looks into your eyes. No one smiles at your face. When your word kills thousands of people. It is a lonely place. Japan, China, The Philippines, South east Asia in the thirties and forties. All for gold, nothing else. The red and gold Chrysanthemum emblem on his chest marked him as the relative of a living God. But Prince Takeda was a man. he needed love, companionship and friendship as much as the naive innocent farm boy that brought his water and everything else. When you try to save thousands of lives and fail. When the flower dies and you become mortal. When you love but cannot have—. Did I mention love?
When you’ve been a policeman long enough to know that ‘it’s not working’ for many men over thirty trapped by drugs, crime, and prison. What do you do? The answer for PC Jack Carter, as he slid rapidly towards his retirement, was to create and run a small residential support home for guys who wanted help. wanted change, but couldn’t do it on their own. As a registered charity it needed trustees. Jack assumed that all trustees were good honest people but if they’re not! What do you do? When someone steals what you’ve created. When someone poisons the mind of your best friend. What do you do?
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