The rest of the field roared past. Chilly sagged into his seat. “Dammit we just lost an axle, and the race.” Duke stared at him. Gave a rueful grin. “Axle? We just hit a damn horse!”

After reaching the rank of detective in the metropolitan police force he was considered to be on track for the post of Inspector. But the July 2007 terrorist attack on London made news around the world and changed his life forever.

The blind sister’s tongue against the roof of her mouth...a crude form of sonar to guide herself through the labyrinthian passageways beneath the old house. He remembered her milky eyes staring down at him, when he regained consciousness, naked and bound on a crude steel operating table.