A Trip To The Coast

By Iain Hearfield

He was chased from a South London gang 30 years ago. Now they've sent five men to bring him back and it won't be easy. He knows these people and how they operate. What they don't know is that he's changed and he's sharper than ever because he knew they'd come sooner or later. His past may have caught up with him but their future is in a trip to the coast.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Iain Hearfield
• Release date: Apr 12, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370805136

Iain Hearfield

I'm a blues guitarist/singer/songwriter and novelist. I live in London, England. I write and record my own songs, playing all, if not most, of the instruments, and have so far released five cd's available at most mp3 sites. My books are available at most ebook shops (I believe). I gig as my own name playing mainly blues and originals or as part of the band RED HERRING playing early 60's Rhythm n Blues, Rock n Roll, Blues and Blues/Soul. Check www.hearfield.co.uk for further info.

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A TRIP TO THE COAST

by IAIN HEARFIELD

Copyright © 2016 Iain Hearfield

All Rights Reserved

Cover Design by Iain Hearfield

2018

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, trademarked products, events, and locations are

fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual events or persons, living or dead, are

entirely coincidental.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Copyright.

Table of Contents.

#Five men walked off the street

.2. A group of old pals

3. A few minutes earlier.

4. There was a knock at the door.

5. Harry.

#About the author

A TRIP TO THE COAST

Five men walked off the street, up the steps and spun through the revolving doors that led them into the lobby of the beachfront Hotel. The tallest of them all, who wore a pale blue, well-tailored suit and tan cowboy boots, swaggered over to the empty desk and pinged the bell. Then he hit it harder. The short man behind him, in the thick black-framed glasses and bushy eyebrows, said,

‘Enough, Martin. Enough, mate.’

Martin turned to look down on the man in charge with sneering contempt. He was wearing a diamond patterned sleeveless pullover, over a cream shirt, tucked into loose functional trousers.

Just as Martin was about to get into it a middle-aged man, in a white shirt and black tie, appeared from the back office and smiled warmly at the five men.

‘Good morning. Can I help?’

‘Yes, you can,’ Said Martin.

Martin had a habit of enunciating his vowels when he was trying hard to speak the Queen's English, and so the S had an almost malevolent hint to it. It was held long enough for it to become a