Author: Ronmac

CHAPTER ONE The battered clock on the office wall said 9.20am. In 1956 this was unusual as electronic clocks had not yet been invented. Dan lifted two bloodshot eyes from the huge mound of freshly delivered Royal Mail on his desk, threw them into the rubbish bin and made a mental note to have a…

CHAPTER ONE Gerry lay on the piece of hessian sacking which passed for his bed sheet, head pressed into the goose feather pillow. He listened intently as the strident voice of his stepmother forced its way through his bedroom floorboards from the kitchen below. She was telling lies about him again and he knew what…

I brushed some specks of dust from my police uniform, straightened my regulation tie in the mirror, then turned and walked downstairs. “Morning, Darling,” I said as I entered the kitchen and headed for the coffee percolator. Sergeant John Darling looked up from some paperwork he had been studying, took a swig from the steaming…