The more we study, the more we discover our ignorance. Percy Bysshe Shelley Almost five years after the Addison massacre the police were no closer to identifying either the motive or the culprits. Out of all the forensic testing carried out there was nothing to indicate anyone else but the victims had been in that building. It didn’t make sense, generally, everybody left a bit of themselves somewhere. They had spent a huge amount on processing and testing the mountain of evidence, it had taken years and they had nothing to show for it. The police had decided to wind the investigation down, it would probably never be closed but unless someone came forward with some new information there didn’t seem to be much else they could do. Sifting through the endless bags of evidence, forensic scientist Sarah Cole was packing all the evidence into boxes for storage when she noticed there were hair samples that had been collected from both the drug lab and from tape liftings from the victim’s c
Come grow old with me The best is yet to be. William Wordsworth Annie’s feet hadn’t touched the ground in weeks. Work was busy as the end of term and final exams were approaching plus she was trying to sell her house, find a new one and plan a wedding all at the same time. It was Friday evening and she and Hugh were driving to spend the night in Edinburgh before travelling on to the Highlands the following morning. This was the weekend that Hugh was officially announcing that Annie was his mate and introducing her to his family. “You’re quiet this evening, you ok?” he asked as they skirted Penrith on the M6. “I’m a little nervous if I’m honest, you said Aisling’s parents are going to be at your parent’s house tomorrow.” “There’s nothing to worry about.” reassured Hugh, reaching across and putting his hand on her knee. “They are my pup’s grandparents, they are close to my parents and believe me they are overjoyed I’ve met you, honestly Annie, it’s going to be fine I promise.” An
The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is fear of the unknown. H.P. Lovecraft Sarah found herself being marched along the corridor by Pete heading for the conference room. They were walking so fast she was struggling to keep up and as they rounded a corner and entered the room she saw it was full of people she had never seen before. She was trying her best to look calm and collected but in reality she was flustered and panicky, who the hell were all these people? Not ten minutes earlier she had been practically forced to sign the official secrets act and been given a lecture about how not to divulge anything to anybody about her test results, then she was threatened that if she did, she would be charged with treason. She kept looking at Pete for an explanation but he was being tight lipped, refusing to meet her eye. She managed to keep her face passive but was panicking about the report she had hidden in her flat, what if they searc
While seeking revenge, dig two graves- one for yourself. Douglas Horton. Gordon was stood with his hands rammed in his jean’s pockets staring out of his apartment window at the busy street below. It had been a month since he put up £100,000 for the name of his brother’s killer and had heard nothing from Edinburgh’s underworld which left him baffled. The amount of money he had offered was substantial when you consider that you could have someone shot for twenty grand and he had not foreseen this delay. He had expected some crazy theories from some of his customers just desperate for the money so they could buy more drugs, but he hadn’t even heard from them. Time was getting tight, the more successful he became the more likely it was that he would attract the attention of the police. He had finalised the purchase of his property in the Dominion Republic and had saved more than enough money. His bags were already packed, stored away under his bed ready to be grabbed at a moment’s noti
We are never alone,we are all wolveshowling at the same moon.Atticus.Pete went to the men’s room where he entered a stall, locking the door behind him. He sat on the toilet lid and put his head in his hands, Goddess what a shit show. There was no way Pete wanted a war between wolves and humans, he had no issue playing both sides but a full out war was something else entirely. He was beginning to wonder if he should of kept quiet when Sarah sent him her test results. He knew that wasn’t an option though, if he had done the tests himself he would of buried them but unfortunately it was Sarah who had done them, he had no choice but to call it in, she would never have stopped until she had found the truth and he knew it. The best he could do was make the call as he knew she would have to sign the official secrets act, thus protecting the wolves secret from the humans. Damn. He had a good life in the human world and he would like it to continue. He was no fighter either, wolf he might
Lord, Lord, How subject we Old men are we to this vice of lying. William Shakespeare Pete mind linked his brother. “Dougie, hold off from telling the Reivers just for a bit will you?” “Seriously? This could be our chance to get back in with them.” “Yeah, but there could be 10 grand in for you if we bide our time. Look, Sentinel are going to try to grab Crozier, but there is also a price on his head from a human fuckwit called Harris who has no idea what he’s dealing with. If we are clever, we can warn the Reivers and get Sentinel and the human in the same place at the same time and let them take each other out. We get rid of Sentinel and the Reivers get rid of the human, they will blame each other and we keep the money.” After a brief pause, his brother answered. “I like the way you think, sounds like a plan, I’ll wait to hear from you.” Pete leant back in his chair, closed his eyes and started to put a plan together. He grinned to himself, if Grenville thought he had enough
By the pricking of my thumbs something wicked this way comes. William Shakespeare. In the lobby, Michael Kerr, the night doorman was watching football on a small TV behind the reception desk. A soft buzzer told him that a door that was not accessible to the general public had been opened. By the time he turned round to the panel which would indicate which door was open by means of a red light, it had stopped. “Damn” he thought, he stared at the panel for a few seconds to see if it happened again, nothing happened so he turned to his monitors and saw there were a couple of blacked out cameras. “What the hell?” he said out loud, he looked for the camera’s location, one was on the third floor and the other was near the roof. Heaving his huge frame out of his chair he headed for the lift, it was unlikely the door had blown open by itself so he thought he had better go and check. As he hit the button for the lift he heard a buzzer again, he swung around and quickly made his way back to
Intuition is the whisper of the soul.Jiddu Krishnamurthi.Hugh drove to the pack territory and after dropping his bag back with his valet, he went to the new house to see how the builders were progressing and had a last meeting with the architect to rubber stamp the final plans.He was pleased to see all the new windows were already in and the French doors would be done by the end of the day. All the crumbling plaster had been knocked off and the walls being readied to be re-skimmed. He took some photos to send Annie that night and then drove to Lyall’s to see her and the pups. After dinner with Lennox and his family he and Lennox went into his study to talk. Hugh told him about the weird feelings he had at the apartment.“Are you sure dad?”“Yes, simply because Annie felt it too. She had trouble getting control of Sabine she felt that threatened.”“Odd, well it can’t be the Addisons, we didn’t leave anyone alive did we?”“No, pretty sure we got them all.”“Maybe you should stay away