Sarah Lund on the run.
by Alan Place.
Officer Sarah Lund turned from the sound of the gunshot that told her a close friend had chosen to kill herself, rather than die an agonizing death by poison. In front of her, she saw the crowd of people at the party who were oblivious to how close they had been to becoming the victims of a psychotic killer hell-bent on destroying the elite of Copenhagen.
Sarah put her hand in her coat pocket to feel for her phone and thought "I saved the day, but I know that won't matter as the force needs a scapegoat for the situation getting this far, and that will be me again. No matter what I do, I get the blame for not stopping things before they get this far."
Sarah was about to throw her phone in the bin went she received a call, "Here it comes," she thought, "The chief wants to praise me for saving the elite, but castigating me for letting things get out of hand."
As she looked at the phone, she saw the caller ID was unknown to her. "Go ahead, caller," she said to the stranger.
The man's voice at the other end said, "Miss Lund, you are in danger. The police will be tracking my call, so listen and don't talk as you don't have time to get in a discussion. You need to leave Denmark as soon as you can, take no clothes as they are watching your apartment, end this call and leave the country without looking back."
Sarah waited until the caller had ended the call, then she put the phone in her jacket pocket and walked to her car; the old Denzel was still in the parking spot outside the Absalon Hotel where she had parked.
Sarah smiled to herself as she realized that her caller had already told her the escape route, over the Oresund Bridge to Sweden. In the past, cooperation between the two countries had been an ensured thing, but since the Swedish officer Saga Noren had shot and injured the Danish police officer Martin Rohde before sending him to trial for the shooting of the felon responsible for killing Martin's son; relations between the countries had become tense.
As Sarah walked to her car, she noticed the car detailed to tail approaching from the end of the street, "Before you make your move, you need to make sure I can't be seen," muttered as she took her keys out and started the engine.
Driving with care, so as not to give occasion for the police to apprehend her, Sarah left Copenhagen heading for the bridge, and freedom. As she drove, she thought, "The Swedes have no cause to stop me, to them, I am one of the thousands of cars that cross the bridge each day; either going to work or going home. Before they act, I will have to have broken the law in Sweden, or be suspected of going to break the law."
At police HQ, the tracking team as predicted where tracking Sarah's phone; "Mobile 3 do you have the suspect insight, control over?"
The tailing car replied, "Mobile 3 to control; we have the suspect in sight, over."
"Whatever you do, don't lose her, remember she is one of ours, and she knows all the tricks of tailing, control over."
The lights changed to red, and Sarah slowed but did not stop as she approached them. The lights turned, and she accelerated, her advanced driving course paid off; by idling, she had made it possible to get the jump on her pursuers.
"Mobile 3 to control, she got the jump on us; we lost sight of her heading to the E20 turn-off for the bridge; we suggest that the bridge be put on alert as she will be there soon."
"Control to Mobile 3, damn her, now we need to play catch up and try to think like Sarah, that won't be easy as she's a bit of a maverick. The bridge has been put on high alert in case she goes that way: but knowing her, she'll do something unexpected."
The conversation was interrupted by another caller, "Mobile 1 to control, suspect, is sighted crossing the roundabout before the E20 and heading back to the city, what do you wish us to do, over?"
"Control to Mobile, bring the suspect in; we cannot let her escape. You have the authority to apprehend Sarah Lund if possible, over."
"Roger that, control; we are in pursuit."
Sarah smiled as she saw the police give chase, and then muttered, "Now, let's have some fun."
She put her foot down and began to speed up as the police gave chase, then she sped onto the Kystvejen heading for the airport roundabout.
"Control to all Mobiles, intercept the suspect, Sarah Lund at as soon as possible, she is heading for Kastrup airport."
She slowed down as soon as she entered the gates, and began to seek a parking place; after a few minutes, she saw one and parked her car. "Now let the fun begin," she said as she left her vehicle; with the phone in it the driver's glove box.
The irony is not lost on me.
The short story that has haunted me since I wrote it over a decade ago has become the first sale, involving money, of this month, after three weeks.
I refer to this story as THAT story, for the same reason one play by Shakespeare is never mentioned by name, it has become my nemesis and won't lie down and die gracefully.
One reason I never liked it is that to me it never felt correct to send out a short story to my friends when the one before (Ghost of St. Mary's), and the one after it (The Rocking Lantern) are far better length.
This edition is The Unseen Version because it is my original, and unedited version.
An Italian voyage of discovery.
At the time of writing the story I was blogging about Israel and the Jewish people. It was my plan to write a series about Jewish populations around the Meditteranean, but things have changed a lot since then.
I still support the Jewish cause but because of the aggression it brought me showing my support, I no longer blog about Israel.
Also, as I say I planned to write a series; my bad, no use doing that if the first book is not selling.
I think I may go back to writing science fiction, at least people bought those stories.
In my e-book, the main character,Kim Altland mentions his desire to visit Bergamo in Italy.
At the time I thought of Bergamo, I had no idea it was one of the largest Jewish populations in Italy, I chose the city because it is near Milan, somewhere I would have loved to visit.
If I can find the motivation to write again, I will combine the stories "A Homecoming," and "The Reunion," and add an afterword to make this story my longest completed story at 160 pages.
The book is completed, and will be for sale at Amazon next week - www.amazon.com/dp/B07TH1WSB5.
I said completed as I have on file over 90 pages of the "The Indie Wars," and as yet, I have no idea how long this story could be; as I was writing the story, the novel was expanding in my mind. Not only growing but giving me ideas for other stories as spin-off short stories; this story started life as a short-run series on my Google blog almost a decade ago. I stopped writing it because I found I was writing more pages than I was getting readers.
An epic has been found
I thought I had deleted all the files for my story "The Word," but I have found all 97 pages on my Google drive.
The story was far from over when I stopped writing it as I thought nobody was reading what I wrote.
This story is by far the longest I have written, and even at this stage it is not close to the end.
An issue of trust.
We do it without thinking; we put our lives in the hands of people we think we can trust because we believe that they are capable of doing the job they have been asked to perform.
Sometimes, as in the tragedy in the Alps with the Greenwings jet several years ago it is misplaced. I feel the same now about my forthcoming appointment at Southmead Hospital.
I am not concerned the specialist may be an Egyptian Muslim, what worries me is that he graduated from Cairo University, one of the lowest ranked universities, only the establishments in the Balkan states get rated lower.
I have had a war with my genetic for over two decades, so getting the news I have cancer won't phase me too much, but putting my health in the hands of a person whose country has a literacy rate of below 25% (14%) does cause grave concern to me.
I don't do enough writing to warrant getting a better laptop.
Two years ago, if someone had offered me the money to replace my failing laptop, I would have gratefully accepted the offer. Now, I have this opportunity, but I feel that it is not worth the money to get my ailing laptop replaced as I don't do 1/10 of the writing I one did, and I would only be using the computer to occasionally make DVDs of Scandinavian crime series I can't buy.
Kim Altlands' lady friend.
In my romances www.amazon.com/dp/1722412739, and the unfinished sequel www.alsdominion.co.uk/the-reading-room/the-reunion the writer Kim Altland gets called back to Israel by a mystery lady he sees in his dreams if you have wondered what she looks like I based her on the Israeli actress Hannah Laszlo shown here.
I decided to bring the sequel and the original short story out as one book - www.amazon.com/dp/1521768552 -, for better value for the reader, as the first edition has sold one copy in two years there won't be any complaints from the readers. This issue is my longest completed work to date at 200 pages and has an exclusive ending after the ending of "The Reunion."
The passage of time.
I am not surprised to find that the stations I got posted to in my time in the Royal Air Force have been closed down, or changed hands as successive governments see our air defense as an easy to target for cutbacks.
One thing amuses me, my last station at the former RAF Brampton (Huntingdonshire) got moved to RAF Wyton. The amusing part - for me - of this move is that when I had my first posting out of training to RAF Lossiemouth (Morayshire), in Scotland; I received a package from RAF Wyton and to this day I do not know who sent it to me.
The Kit Cat club
The latest book I bought is a radical change from my usual style as it's a political history set in the time of William and Mary.
I first came across the book on the shelves at Waterstones www.waterstones.com/blog, but as it wasn't there for long I never had the opportunity to buy it in the shop, however, with the help of Give as you Live www.giveasyoulive.com, not only can I get the book but my sale donates money to the Royal Air Force Benevolent Fund www.rafbf.org/ who has been an invaluable help to me in the last two years.