The cabin lights came up and Paul Dark joined the crush of passengers hurrying down the staircase. A thin veil of fog swirled across the tarmac and the sky spat rain. Dark had the urge to turn up the collar of his jacket, but that was one thing you never did when trying to remain inconspicuous – ...
‘I shall never get used to the decadence.’ ‘We do our best,’ smiled Joan Templeton, stretching out an arm to help her ashore. She alighted with an unladylike squeal, but swiftly recovered and handed small bouquets of wild flowers to Joan and her daughter, Vanessa. The ambassador made the leap una...