( Back to PreviousTrouble was, when they got to the house, a moderately unpleasant pebble-dashed semi-detached council house in a cul-de-sac of other moderately unpleasant houses, the birds had flown ( Read more... )

( Back to PreviousThe house they found themselves outside was an entirely non-descript semi-detached, with a front garden given half over to a parking space, and pots containing miniature holly bushes either side of the door ( Read more... )

( Back to Previous"Pull up over there," Doyle said, gesturing with his free hand to the double-yellow lines immediately in front of HQ. The men beside him looked quickly at each other, and he tipped his head at them. "Don't get any funny ideas, just sit nice and still for me ( Read more... )

( Back to PreviousHe'd felt Bodie's lips on him before he'd realised what was happening, before he'd looked up, wide-eyed under that kiss, and seen the mistletoe, heard the laughter and the hoots of derision. He'd given Bodie a hard shove, made a big show of wiping his mouth and clenching his fist in anger, and Bodie had laughed with everyone else ( Read more... )

( Back to PreviousThe entire bar had burst into applause and catcalls, and they'd laughed, and bowed, and camped around, and pretended that it hadn't been real. He remembered the moment he'd realised Bodie was going to do it, the flutter of panic, the sudden sharp hit of desire - being kissed by Bodie in public, in front of most of the squad, and a ( Read more... )

Back to PreviousDoyle eased the door open, peering cautiously one way and then the other along the corridor, but it seemed entirely unchanged, as empty of life as it had been before. Bodie's hand touched his shoulder, urging him on, and they stepped out, looking one way and then the other. Doyle shrugged, indicated to the right, and they moved ( Read more... )

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Where the hell was Bodie? Still asleep? Worse? Long ago images of drunks who'd choked to death on their own vomit rose to haunt him, freezing him for a moment. He shook it off. Not Bodie - and anyway, they hadn't been that drunk last night ( Read more... )

( Back to PreviousCould he hear breathing, or was that just his imagination? He took the safety off his gun, pushed gently at the door, and listened again. Still nothing ( Read more... )

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What happens next?Bodie opened a bleary eye and found it confronted withthe numbers of his digital clock, just as they ticked over from 8.29 to 8.30. There was something important about 8.30, but his entire head seemed to ache, right down to his eyeballs, and it would be much better to just give up and not worry about it. So he ( Read more... )

( Back to Previous"Tempting as it is to track him down and take him out," Doyle said, "I 'aven't got any proof it was him this morning ( Read more... )