What he didn’t expect was the arrival of an assassin, and certainly not one who seemed so reluctant to leave.
It doesn’t take him long to realise he’s not dealing with an organised crime ‘hitman’. There’s something about this one that makes him suspect bigger forces at play.
A former member of a north of England, gritty, metropolitan police force, the author has thirty years experience of day to day policing.
Breathless pursuits on foot, car chases, riots, firearms incidents, bomb searches, murder investigations, excessive tea drinking and hours of boredom were complimented by his knowledge of hiding in bushes and dodging wayward tanks, acquired in another life as a Military Policeman.
A recent diagnosis of ‘high functioning Aspergers’ has helped explain an almost obsessive interest in the Kennedy assassinations and lack of it in sport, big trucks, car parts in general and social events.
He lives on a small hill, in Romania, with his wife, three cuddly toys and Lily the dog. Dan Wheatcroft is a pseudonym.