She was submerged in thick water…viscous and warm…dark. It was blood. Everywhere was blood: between her fingers, on her face, in her hair. Where was the surface? She needed to get to the surface. But where was it? She couldn’t see; everywhere was blood. Finally she was at the top. She made it. Sh...
He had spent the best part of an hour scrutinising every word as if they would provide a vital clue, but there was nothing hidden or clandestine in the message, it was as simple as could be: a source wanted to sell a story. It was his bread and butter, this is what he did, who he was. James rubbe...