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Chapters (74)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Chapter 52
  57. Chapter 53
  58. Chapter 54
  59. Chapter 55
  60. Chapter 56
  61. Chapter 57
  62. Chapter 58
  63. Chapter 59
  64. Chapter 60
  65. Chapter 61
  66. Chapter 62
  67. Chapter 63
  68. Chapter 64
  69. Chapter 65
  70. Chapter 66
  71. Epilogue
  72. Acknowledgements
  73. About the Author
  74. Extract from The Mayfly

Okoro rose to his feet. ‘That is correct, Your Honour.’

Peters shook her head. ‘How very unfortunate. It seems to me that we have little choice but to adjourn this case. Now, which of you is going to apply for a restricted reporting order?’

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Priest stared at the board but his next move wasn’t obvious. He had a modest battalion stationed in eastern Europe which could be fragmented and used to advance across Asia but that would be the last of his reserve troops; he had already lost Africa and most of America, North and South. Options were few and far between.

‘I do so enjoy our games of Risk, brother. Don’t you agree?’ said William. Over the years, Priest had noted his older brother’s voice had deteriorated to a throaty rasp. Eight years of confinement in a maximum security psychiatric hospital had physically diminished William Priest almost beyond recognition; although his mind, when focused, seemed as sharp as ever.

‘Mm.’ Priest continued his appraisal of the dire situation he was in.

‘My God!’ William suddenly exclaimed. ‘I had forgotten to enquire about the fortunes of your trial, Charles. I saw on the news that a key witness had been killed in suspicious circumstances, something that I hope was not to your detriment. Although of course your mood and the mere fact that you are here on a weekday suggests it was.’

William hadn’t always talked like this. He had always been well spoken – all of the Priest children were highly articulate – but Priest had noticed a definite shift in William’s register to make him sound like something out of a Sherlock Holmes novel, although he couldn’t tell whether that was purposeful or not. Most likely it was. William was far more prone to drama than his younger siblings.

‘The claimant also died in equally suspicious circumstances, so we called it a one-all draw.’ Something that, so far, Fox hadn’t distributed to every news station in London, but how long would that last?

William sat back, pleased. ‘Well, if anyone can haul the case out from the legal mire into salvation then it is you. How did the two individuals die, might I ask? I trust their deaths are connected.’

‘Cling film,’ Priest replied. He placed his last reserve in Australia and moved a unit across the European border into William’s territory.

William emitted a low growl of disapproval. It was the only area of the board where he was vulnerable. Behind him, the warden coughed nervously.