David Foard - Published Author

CHAPTER ONE.

Doctor Edmond Fitzgerald sat with his back to the wall, and watched two men outside Antonella’s Sandwich Bar. His gaze changed with a slight movement of the head, as he first observed through his glasses, then studied them over the rim of his bifocals.

“Now isn’t that a curious thing,” he muttered, more to himself than to me.

“Curious?” I answered, resting my pencil from my sketch of tall Palms and flowering bushes, encased in unsightly concrete squares the local council considered sophisticated.

He turned, smiled, and tipped his head towards the objects of his study.

“Them pair of Irish immigrants,”

I laughed. “You’re joking of course.”

“Joking did you say. Now why on earth should I joke about such a… Continue reading Chapter One

CHAPTER THREE.

I went to Tiffany’s hair stylist, while Fitzgerald took a walk down Burelli Street to the council office block.

It had been almost a week since coming out of hospital, and I’d never spent such a miserable time in all my life. Not because of the operation or even my hair, despite the pain they both brought me whenever I looked in the mirror, but mainly because of the small child who ran out in front of me during the hold-up.

There still hadn’t been any word of her, and the papers had relegated any mention of the story to page seven.

“There’s not a lot I can do with this,” Lisa said, dragging the hair to the right side of my head between… Continue reading Chapter Three