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SOME WILL DIE - IS PUBLISHED

MY LATEST BOOK, SOME WILL DIE, HAS BEEN PUBLISHED A  killer creeps  in through a downstairs window and comes out rolled up in a  blood-soaked  carpet.     After further shootings it becomes obvious more is at stake than a simple murder putting an agreement between two London crime factions under pressure. A delicate status quo is  shattering  and a gang war seems inevitable.     Who arranged the hit? Why are bodies piling up? The crime gangs suspect each other causing the rift to widen but as Dave Simmons  investigates  he  identifies  potential  new players  creating a completely different scenario that puts his life in deadly peril.     With the hitman still at large, two crime organisations tooling, deceit and betrayal causing confusion can Dave solve the mystery while at the same time preventing London erupting into violent gang warfare?     A gripping crime drama that will raise ques...

WHAT I LIKE TO DO

A Monday afternoon in ‘66 was when I discovered the meaning of what I  actually liked  to do. I remember the day well. Just one lecture that day so college ended early. Early enough for me to head to the driving range and collect a few buckets of balls before I headed home. You see, the range was new and had no collection tractor so for ten minutes every hour the bays closed for ball pick-up. Then the sprint began, something I had well and truly sussed. In ten  minutes,  I could collect six buckets. Do that twic e and  I’d  earn a crisp  one-pound  note. Brilliant for only twenty minute’s work.

A Bucket Full of Colours

Monday morning and it is sunny but cool. Delany Quick exuberantly placed the empty cappuccino cup on the counter of the walk-in coffee shop, exaggeratedly but unnecessarily pushed his long black hair away from his face and looked the server firmly in the eye. His dark almost black eyes penetrated but at the same time displayed a humorous twinkle that softened what might have been a most disconcerting stare.    In reply to her question, he said firmly with a sudden, jaunty smile, “ W hat I do madam is sell magic. Delaney Quick at your service. Purveyor of fine magic sparks.”