Private Royals: BookShots (A Private Thriller) - Plot & Excerpts
Even at the late hour, gaggles of tourists mixed with the civil servants who emerged bleary-eyed from the magnificently appointed buildings that had once been the heart of the world’s most powerful empire. Cook caught Morgan’s appraising eye on the many poppy wreaths and memorials that lined the route to the Ministry of Defence. ‘Miss it?’ she asked. Morgan didn’t need to be told that she was asking after his own service. ‘Every day,’ he answered honestly. ‘I loved my job, and I loved my people. I do now …’ ‘But it’s different?’ ‘It is different.’ ‘Now you’re the general,’ Cook observed with a smile. ‘A general is nothing without his troops.’ Morgan brushed the compliment aside. ‘And I have great troops. The best.’ ‘You were never tempted to re-enlist?’ He smiled. ‘Getting cold feet about leaving?’ he asked, not unkindly. ‘Of course.’ Cook shrugged. ‘It’s the only job I’ve ever known. I was sponsored through university, and at Sandhurst at twenty-one.
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