Chequers Endgame

By David E Lawrence

When the Prime mInister of Britain's life is threatened he retreats to Chequers where his safety is assured. But when the rules of the game are not known how can you play?

• Language: English
• Publisher: David E Lawrence
• Release date: Jul 6, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005231439

David E Lawrence

Born in Rugby I live in Oxford where I worked in book publishing taking early retirement as Production Director.I now write for pleasure and for local outlets and sites such as this one. My favourite authors are CS Lewis, Haruki Murakami and Frederick Forsyth. I also compile cryptic crosswords and listen to a whole lot of music especially rock and jazz.

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Chequers Endgame

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David E Lawrence

Copyright 2021 David Lawrence

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CHEQUERS ENDGAME

A line of black limousines pushed through the Buckinghamshire countryside, two outriders clearing the way. It is an early spring evening and they are running late. Preparations had been thorough and he was, despite it all, quietly confident. But his mind was elsewhere, distracted. Life, it seemed, was never simple.

C, the Director of MI5, had ambushed him as soon as he had stepped out of bed at Number 10. Over breakfast in the study the taciturn head of homeland security alerted him to a singular terrorist threat. By singular, he meant to him, the PM. In anticipation of the off-site meeting today, C would be allocating a few of his own men… just to be on the safe side.

Inured to the ongoing white noise of threats, deranged or otherwise, on any other occasion this would be grist to the mill. But the resolute, unflappable C was there, early and direct. This was a credible cause for concern.

His companion, quiet since London, closed his tablet and took a second or two to drink in the passing spring fields, and hedgerows alive with white hawthorn blossom.

The Foreign Secretary is there sir; just another ten minutes.

This isn’t me Richard. I arrive early, tapping my watch as others roll in late.

But under the circumstances….

Still no excuse Richard… he doesn’t know.

Richard Swann, the PM’s forty something, perpetually