2005 was a lively year in what the Police Authority termed Northern Sector, South East. Edgar Hutton, the long time leader of the powerful Eastgate gang had been arrested for armed robbery and was, somewhat surprisingly, succeeded by Nat Dawson, someone he had recruited and nurtured through the gangland ranks. The front runner for the job, Gabriel Angel Smith, who had received similarly privileged treatment, lost out on his expected promotion to the top job and promptly vacated the scene to pursue a career in foreign parts.
Ten years later the Organised Crime Squad is in disarray. ...
2005 was a lively year in what the Police Authority termed Northern Sector, South East. Edgar Hutton, the long time leader of the powerful Eastgate g...
'A Dip in the Gene Pool' will hopefully serve as a demonstration that you can attain anything you desire, so long as you crave it with sufficient avarice and are prepared to encourage other people to work hard enough to make it worth your while claiming the credit once your goal has been satisfactorily achieved.
If there is a single lesson to be learned, it is that whilst intellect and diligence will eventually triumph over ignorance and sloth, victory is unlikely to occur soon enough to be of any immediate help; and because we are born with inbuilt character traits that it is...
'A Dip in the Gene Pool' will hopefully serve as a demonstration that you can attain anything you desire, so long as you crave it with sufficient a...
Schuster settled back in his chair. The pain in his chest was returning but it had to be worth one last throw of the dice before he was obliged to capitulate. He sensed he would need to make it good. Brastic was smiling again.
He gave an involuntary shudder.
'I think it has escaped your memory, First Minister, that I know too much for you to blackmail me.'
The smile for a second left Brastic's face and he stared sternly across the table from behind hooded eyes; then without warning he relaxed and broke into a broad smile.
'On the contrary,...
Schuster settled back in his chair. The pain in his chest was returning but it had to be worth one last throw of the dice before he was obliged to ...
