Welcome to this weeks #MidWeekTease.
As many of you will know I didn't post much yesterday, for obvious reasons.
My latest Kera Faire, Death Isle Story, The Carpenter, went on sale yesterday from Evernight Publishing, so my #MidWeekTease is from there...
It was always handy to have an
alter ego to hide behind when need be.
The problem was that sometimes
you forgot who you were or why you were there.
Sometimes you didn’t.
For Mason and Maddock knowing
who they were wasn’t the problem. Trying to discover what they wanted and how
to achieve it was.
Falling in love just as an old
enemy threatens to upset everyone and everything on Dark Isle isn’t a good
start.
Now they need to work together
to vanquish that adversary and see if they can have a life together.
And a wee tease...
(how it all began...)
Prologue
Somewhere in Scotland, several years previously
“Department Zee is to all intents and purposes defunct. Over and done with.” The tall, dark-haired guy with an untidy plait, piercing grey eyes and an aura of menace about him, stared steadily at Darke. He took a long swig of coffee and watched the other man over the rim of a steaming cup full of aromatic number five roast. “I said and please note, ‘to all intents and purposes’. Remember those words.”
Darke’s nostrils flared as he nodded. “I get it.”
“Good.” He guessed Darke also got the inference that something was still in operation, even if it wasn’t generally acknowledged. “For too long there has been talk. Okay, talk we can take care of. Hard-ish facts, we can’t, without a sodding hellish fallout. We do not, I repeat, do not need, want, or even desire that.” He sipped his coffee and sighed in pleasure as the caffeine entered his bloodstream, made its merry way around him and woke him up. “Shit, this is good and I need the hit.”
“Sweetness and light all the way, then. No erstwhile reporters dumped in the pigpen you mean?” Darke snagged his own coffee and inhaled appreciatively. “No accidental diving fatalities.”
“Something like that.” The dark-haired man pushed his plait over his shoulder and inclined his head. “I must get this cut.” He grimaced. “One day. When I’m given ten minutes to call my own. God knows when that will be, let alone me.” He scowled and laughed reluctantly. “One day I’ll say ‘fuck the lot of them’ and retire to
Somewhere in Scotland, several years previously
“Department Zee is to all intents and purposes defunct. Over and done with.” The tall, dark-haired guy with an untidy plait, piercing grey eyes and an aura of menace about him, stared steadily at Darke. He took a long swig of coffee and watched the other man over the rim of a steaming cup full of aromatic number five roast. “I said and please note, ‘to all intents and purposes’. Remember those words.”
Darke’s nostrils flared as he nodded. “I get it.”
“Good.” He guessed Darke also got the inference that something was still in operation, even if it wasn’t generally acknowledged. “For too long there has been talk. Okay, talk we can take care of. Hard-ish facts, we can’t, without a sodding hellish fallout. We do not, I repeat, do not need, want, or even desire that.” He sipped his coffee and sighed in pleasure as the caffeine entered his bloodstream, made its merry way around him and woke him up. “Shit, this is good and I need the hit.”
“Sweetness and light all the way, then. No erstwhile reporters dumped in the pigpen you mean?” Darke snagged his own coffee and inhaled appreciatively. “No accidental diving fatalities.”
“Something like that.” The dark-haired man pushed his plait over his shoulder and inclined his head. “I must get this cut.” He grimaced. “One day. When I’m given ten minutes to call my own. God knows when that will be, let alone me.” He scowled and laughed reluctantly. “One day I’ll say ‘fuck the lot of them’ and retire to
somewhere remote I can call my own. Maybe.”
“And that’s the day I’ll become a vicar,” Darke said with a
grin. “As in never. So what else?”
“Fuck knows. I bloody don’t. However, be aware. Be very
aware. That sodding TV piece was the catalyst needed, to let it get about that Zee wasn’t wanted anymore. The perfect excuse for both sides. One to announce of so piously they’d made sure nothing like that would ever happen again, and the other? What you know and I know is not for broadcasting. Dark Isle seems to be the perfect place for what we require.” He essayed a rare smile. One, he noticed, that gave the usually taciturn man in front of him a moment’s disquiet. Good, it didn’t do for operatives to get complacent. “The new facilities will be able to do everything that Zee did and more. You will of course head it all.” He paused. “And report to me.”
He waited until Darke inclined his head, and then continued. “I won’t interfere. Unless you ask I won’t arrive there. Won’t exist. Call it a watching brief if you like. Without the watching. All I demand, and yeah I used that word on purpose. It’s not a request—it’s a necessity—is that you let me know who is in and who isn’t, keep me up to date with developments—out of the loop and in the normal way we use. I’ve plenty of other stuff to worry about.” He didn’t elaborate. “I don’t want to have to wonder what you’re up to as well.”
Orlando Darke pushed himself out of the chair he’d lounged in. In some lights they could have passed for cousins. They were not related except by attitude and intent. An urge to keep their country safe from anyone who thought to harm it—in any way. A burning sense of what was right and wrong, and the skills to see that anyone who disagreed with them was shown the error of their ways. By whatever means necessary. Aboveboard? Doubtful. Admitted to by the government? Never. Did it deter them? Not at all. They were what they were: men and women with integrity. He kept his gaze on Darke and as he had done many times before, wondered what went through the mind of a man such as him.
Probably the same as mine. In, do what’s necessary for a successful job, and then get out.
“Yeah, no worries. Mind you, your idea of a watching brief and that of others might not coincide.” Darke smiled and showed his white teeth. They reminded his audience of a wolf about to pounce. “Suits me though. I’ll make sure you know who the Dispatchers are.
“And that’s the day I’ll become a vicar,” Darke said with a
grin. “As in never. So what else?”
“Fuck knows. I bloody don’t. However, be aware. Be very
aware. That sodding TV piece was the catalyst needed, to let it get about that Zee wasn’t wanted anymore. The perfect excuse for both sides. One to announce of so piously they’d made sure nothing like that would ever happen again, and the other? What you know and I know is not for broadcasting. Dark Isle seems to be the perfect place for what we require.” He essayed a rare smile. One, he noticed, that gave the usually taciturn man in front of him a moment’s disquiet. Good, it didn’t do for operatives to get complacent. “The new facilities will be able to do everything that Zee did and more. You will of course head it all.” He paused. “And report to me.”
He waited until Darke inclined his head, and then continued. “I won’t interfere. Unless you ask I won’t arrive there. Won’t exist. Call it a watching brief if you like. Without the watching. All I demand, and yeah I used that word on purpose. It’s not a request—it’s a necessity—is that you let me know who is in and who isn’t, keep me up to date with developments—out of the loop and in the normal way we use. I’ve plenty of other stuff to worry about.” He didn’t elaborate. “I don’t want to have to wonder what you’re up to as well.”
Orlando Darke pushed himself out of the chair he’d lounged in. In some lights they could have passed for cousins. They were not related except by attitude and intent. An urge to keep their country safe from anyone who thought to harm it—in any way. A burning sense of what was right and wrong, and the skills to see that anyone who disagreed with them was shown the error of their ways. By whatever means necessary. Aboveboard? Doubtful. Admitted to by the government? Never. Did it deter them? Not at all. They were what they were: men and women with integrity. He kept his gaze on Darke and as he had done many times before, wondered what went through the mind of a man such as him.
Probably the same as mine. In, do what’s necessary for a successful job, and then get out.
“Yeah, no worries. Mind you, your idea of a watching brief and that of others might not coincide.” Darke smiled and showed his white teeth. They reminded his audience of a wolf about to pounce. “Suits me though. I’ll make sure you know who the Dispatchers are.
Notes to a ghost. No doubt you’ll know what else is going on by
osmosis.”
“No doubt.” He permitted himself a brief smile. “That’s my job. See all, know all, and be seen or known by none.” He uncrossed his legs and gave himself the luxury of stretching. “A shite job, but someone has to do it.”
“And where will you be whilst my band of merry men and I torture the pissants and find out how they’ve betrayed our beloved motherland?” Darke asked sarcastically, without comment on the shite job statement. After all, they both knew it was true. “Sucking up to Whitehall? Lounging on a beach in Barbados, all for the good of the country?”
“Playing tradesman. And watching your backs.” Darke could take that how he wanted.
“No doubt.” He permitted himself a brief smile. “That’s my job. See all, know all, and be seen or known by none.” He uncrossed his legs and gave himself the luxury of stretching. “A shite job, but someone has to do it.”
“And where will you be whilst my band of merry men and I torture the pissants and find out how they’ve betrayed our beloved motherland?” Darke asked sarcastically, without comment on the shite job statement. After all, they both knew it was true. “Sucking up to Whitehall? Lounging on a beach in Barbados, all for the good of the country?”
“Playing tradesman. And watching your backs.” Darke could take that how he wanted.
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love
Raven x
