I jerked upright… What? Where? My eyes came to rest on a metal tray on which a single glass still spun amid a litter of broken shards. Burglar alarm. François peered around the door, lips pursed ruefully as he looked at the damage. “Easy to see how ...
“Haven’t they taken him in by now?” I checked my watch in dismay. “It’s almost nine o’clock.” ‘Coverage’ of an important execution just meant filming the convicted being marched from cell to Lab door – the cameras never went inside. Don’t let anyone think too closely about...
“Annabel stepped forward, not waiting for the guards to reach her. Her heart pounded with a foolish, irrational fear but she ignored it. Her mind was full of people, the people she would help, the people she would save. Her eyes might let a great-grandmother see her great-grandchild, her heart mi...