It had been a long day. Possilpark, its sullen streets lined with hard as nails tenements, looked gloomy in the constant rain. They had trudged around as popular as Jehovahs witnesses, leather folders clutched against water-streaked raincoats. At every door they had met the same reception. Shaking heads and hostile faces. Now he could feel … Continue reading It Had Been A Long Day →

There’s Always Someone He took one last look. It was raining and a cold wind made the lampposts sway and judder. The street was empty. The Sergeant had gone and there was only a dry rectangle against the kerb to show where the police car had been. Harry closed the door and retraced his steps … Continue reading There’s Always Someone →