Crime

Nash stood at the window with a vague hum in his ears. He was staring out of a lot of windows these days. At the table behind him, Kelvin hummed to...

They had watching and waiting eyes, patient and careful, disdainful eyes.

Good people raise their voices in anger but nobody hears them. It seems that nobody wants to hear them. Meanwhile Palestine and her children bleed to death.

The fairy lights twinkled along the eaves of Nash’s house, and every bush in the front garden bloomed with a Christmas crop of diamonds. They’d...