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ASSASSIN
Donovan got back to his car. He turned on the small red ‘phone. He watched the traffic. Nothing suspicious. The screen blinked. He clicked through the menus to the ‘Music’ folder. Strange. Usually there was just a recorded message from The Office with details of the target. Instead there were music tracks. He scrolled through…
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A STRANGER FROM THE CITY
Thierry flicked over the page of Le Monde and glanced at the headlines. A fly lazily buzzed around the room, the only sound and movement. Another slow day at Hotel Napoleon. Madame Dunois was the sole guest. She would be asleep until the evening meal. The door opened. Thierry looked across the reception. A man in…
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THREE LITTLE FINGERS
The circular saw wound down to a standstill. He piled up the last of the cut logs. Bill waved at him as he headed out the door, gesturing that he would see him for a drink at the bar. There were only four of them that went along for the end-of-the-week drink now, hardly the famed…
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A FLY IN THE KEYBOARD
He pondered the email on his screen. His initial outrage had prompted him to write a thunderous reply, filled with ill-tempered language and dismissive ire. How dare they criticise his work? Who did they think they were? ‘Just ignore it,’ his agent always told him. ‘You don’t need to prove anything. Your a bestseller. Who…
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Z IS FOR ZEBRA
The sun shone on Oslo, the signs of Spring finally showing. There was warmth in the sun and families sat on picnic rugs and played games on the grass. Sand and Gabi walked along the path. Gabi’s arm was still in a sling. The bruises and swelling on Sand’s face had receded. He moved stiffly…
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