The claw hammer

She didn’t deserve it. Not like that.  A crying shame. A waste. Natalia Kasper was young beautiful and had only lived in England for two years. A mother of a young boy. Making her way in the world.  Her whole life before her. She had dreams of making her home in England. To raise her…

The Tate Gallery

If you could picture a man used to looking at data Jeff Sabon would probably come close to who you imagined.   He had a mass of dark hair that was tied in a knot at the back. He wore round glasses with seemingly no frames and with no disrespect to the man but it…

The Meeting

Sean Millar sat at his  kitchen table dressed in tracksuit bottoms and T shirt.  If dressed is the phrase for it. He was unshaven and unshowered. It was ten in the morning and he was into his  third cup of strong French coffee.  Millar was still wrestling with chapter six of a non fiction book…

The harsh reality

What makes someone do that? Do what? Sean Miller looked more intently at his screen and gulped the dregs of his coffee. “Rape a child. A small boy. “ Ferguson opposite stuck his head around his computer screen and  pushed his glasses to the top of his head “ Still working on that? Its never…