Detective Sergeant Sam Batford has been lying low at a remote safe house in the highlands of Scotland. He’s doing his best not to attract the attention of the enemies he made, on both sides of the law, during his last under-cover operation but Batford knows he’s just killing time until he’s called to account.
Inevitably the sharks begin to circle and as Batford is called back to front-line action in London he’s thrown into a deadly game of cat and mouse where it seems everyone is out to get him.
After having to endure a frustrating resolution to their previous undercover operation together DCI Klara Winter from the National Crime Agency is determined to prove that Batford has crossed the line into criminality and finally bring him to face justice.
All Sam Batford wants is to outwit his enemies long enough to stay alive and come out ahead of the game.
The phone jolts me from my thoughts. The call screening kicks in.
“It’s Mike, pick up!”
It’s the arsehole I was referring to. He’s also the authorising officer for my work.
I press 1. The line connects.
“What do you want?”
“A good morning sir would be nice.”
“Get your mistress to tell you that, I’m busy.”
“Fuck off, Batford. You’ve been sat on your arse for a month. Something’s come up and your name’s been thrown in the pot to take it on. A courier is on way with a train ticket. Meeting at The Yard at oh nine hundred hours tomorrow. Wear a suit. I know you have one it cost us a fortune.”
He hangs up. I have no choice. You don’t when you’re a Detective Sergeant working as an undercover officer for the Metropolitan Police. I hear a knock at the door. I check the camera monitor. He doesn’t wait for a signature and an envelope drops through the letterbox. That will be my tickets then. This is no ordinary cottage. It’s a safe house in a remote part of Scotland. I’m here because I fucked someone off doing my job and he wants to know where his missing cocaine is. That man is Vincenzo Guardino aka Big H. He’s already started his hunt for the robbers and he’s killed two. One of them I was close to, in a professional way.
I miss Stoner. She was a bad girl with a heart of gold. She should have been dripping in cash, not blood. News reports suggested two people had been shot dead in retribution for a drugs deal gone wrong. The murder team are no further in the investigation. You wouldn’t be when you have limited resources investigating murder in the capital.
Thank you, Ian Patrick and LoveBooksGroup.
Ian spent twenty-seven years as a police officer, the majority as a detective within the Specialist Operations Command in London. A career in policing is a career in writing. Ian has been used to carrying a book and pen and making notes. Now retired, the need to write didn’t leave and evolved into fiction.
Rubicon is his debut novel published by Fahrenheit Press and Stoned Love the second in the series. Rubicon has been optioned by the BBC for a six part TV series.
He now lives in rural Scotland where he divides his time between family, writing, reading and photography.