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You Can’t Cheat an Honest Man
Derek Chapman was having an awful evening. He’d won a few seconds of the host’s time upon his arrival, but that had ended quickly as Clarke turned his attention toward the next guest to arrive. Now Chapman wandered the parlour, wine glass in hand, hovering at the edge of one conversation for a few minutes before moving on to the next. The other guests barely noticed him.
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Breaking and Entering
Instinct jolted him to full awareness, while years of military training had him reaching for the knife he’d stashed beneath the mattress—a nine-inch Bowie knife which was fantastically illegal to carry on the streets and therefore had to be kept in the house. Creeping silently through the flat to his front door, knife tucked close to his forearm in a reverse grip, he put his eye to the peephole.
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Six Weeks Later
The producers of Midnight Force: Sunset on the Sands had booked the Marigold Cinema for the film’s UK debut. It was a small, independent movie theatre in Soho that’d been around since the turn of the last century, its facade an eclectic mix of classical architecture and gaudy neon.
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Where We Left Off
Jay clutched Sebastian’s hand, fingers laced tightly together, as he all but dragged the man back to his flat. Sebastian was more than happy to comply; the moment they were inside, he pulled Jay in for another long, heated kiss.
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The Blow-Off
A cab dropped Sir James Walter off at Heathrow’s charter terminal. A private jet waited for him on the tarmac, ready to fly him to Tenerife. His brisk walk to the plane was interrupted by the sound of someone shouting.