Inside H G Wells – by David Graham

The phone rang again.
DS Loyal felt it vibrate persistently through the desktop. His fingertips slowed as they moved over the PC keyboard. He had managed to tune out the noise of the ever-busy CID Office, now his concentration was dented again. His brow furrowed, but he refused to take his eyes off the screen.
He pressed his lips together and ignored the ringtone for the third time. He knew he shouldn’t. But he had a mass of complicated details to transfer from his PNB onto the PC in preparation for a court appearance the following morning. Details that had to be squeaky clean if he was to win his case. Continue reading