I’m a city boy, so you can add stifling pollution to the list as a million outwardly mobile families start their Chelsea tractors and race to their holiday camps. And that’s before we consider the hellish environs of the Tube (far more literally hellish than anyone realizes, unless they’ve looked...
THINGS THAT EAT US AT SIX O’CLOCK , ANGLETON EMERGES FROM HIS OFFICE— where he has been inexplicably overlooked by the searchers for the entire duration of his “disappearance”—and stalks the darkening corridors of the New Annexe like the shade of vengeance incarnate. A humming cloud of dread foll...
‘Hey, good timing!’ The guard chuckled. Eric flipped it open, ignoring the man. It had been a long day: back home it was about six in the evening, and he still had to fly back. ‘Smith here.’ ‘Boss?’ It was Deirdre, his secretary: ‘I’m aware this is an insecure line, but I ...
He wandered over to the windows and stood there with his hands clasped behind his back. Miriam kicked her heels off and sat down in the huge, enveloping leather sofa opposite the window. ‘When did you discover the locket?’ he asked. She watched him ...
Brill had picked up a courier from somewhere nearby and driven Miriam round to a safe house on a quiet residential street; whereupon the courier had carried her across, back into the depths of someone else’s history. It was, in many respects, like her time as an involuntar...