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