How well do you know your best friend? How would you react if he was suddenly arrested for murder? At 45 years of age with a broken, childless marriage behind him, Detective Inspector Nick Burton is just coasting through life. That is until the day his boss, Chief Superintendent Dan Davies, is arrested and charged with murder. In denial Nick's attempts to get at the truth are further hampered when Dan dies while in custody. Question is: did he commit suicide to avoid prosecution and imprisonment? Or was he murdered to prevent a scandal?
Born: Aberdeen Scotland in 1947.
Scottish parents, Mother still going strong but my father died many years ago. We moved to a tiny village high in the Cotswold Hills and for a young city kid miles from the nearest anything it was hate at first sight. Plus I couldn't speak the language I may have invented culture shock that year. Of course I have long since reversed my opinion of city life versus life in the countryside.
After leaving school I joined the Royal Navy only to discover that, like Admiral Nelson before me, I suffered chronic sea sickness in any body of water deeper than a puddle. I then spent the next 9 years of my life wandering the World throwing up on my way to exotic places. This isn't to say I didn't have fun, back then Britain still had a Navy to be proud of and there were quite a few places still coloured pink on the map. Needless to say the Navy and I parted company at the earliest opportunity.
Then came the Oil industry, at last I had found my true home. If the Navy taught me nothing more it taught me mental discipline and organisation two skills required for a life in Logistics. A restless mind requires constant challenge and for the next twenty-five years I was challenged, in the years that preceded PC's, mobile telephones and the Internet by a series of logistical problems to solve and I loved every minute of it. So writing novels is actually my third career. Reading has always been a big part of my life, in spite of the excitement of world travel there have been many boring bits, on ships at sea for weeks on end, offshore rigs, airports and an endless stream of living in hotels.
I now live in the relative peace and tranquillity of a small town in the beautiful Cotswold's not ten miles from where I spent my early years. It took almost a lifetime of travel for me to discover the beauty of the English countryside, something I already had as a child. But never mind, what a journey it has been so far!
