Prime Ministers In Danger: 5 Crime and Mystery Short Stories

By Connor Whiteley

5 gripping, action-packed UK Prime Minister-themed stories from the imagination of Connor Whiteley. An International Bestselling writer, Connor presents 5 very fun and outstanding Danger stories in this one volume.

Includes:

• Dangers In Plain Sight: A Private Investigator Mystery Short Story
• Protecting The Woman She Hated
• A Most Unfortunate Case of Spynapping: A Spy Mystery Short Story
• A Country In Trouble
• A Prime Assassination: A Crime Mystery Short Story

Love UK Prime Minister In Danger? Love great stories? Connor gives you both layered on thick in this amazingly fun collection.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Apr 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215919309

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

DANGER IN PLAIN SIGHT

Private Investigator Danielle Adams normally loved accidentally opening people’s front doors and searching their houses, it offered her such a sense of power, justice and like the work she was doing was actually important, and she truly believed that it was because she helped innocent people, and her clients were the most important thing when Danielle was working.

But she hated it this time.

Danielle had just accidentally found the large white front door of her target’s semi-detached house open and she had welcomed herself in. Like always Danielle had kindly wiped her feet on the little blue doormat just inside and she had carefully closed the door behind her, just because she was a private investigator and technically breaking into her target’s house (but breaking in was language a little strong for Danielle), didn’t mean she didn’t want to be kind to her target.

Danielle stood in a long narrow hallway with dark blue walls, no furniture in the hallway and a narrow staircase was at the very end curving round to one side and there was an archway a few metres from her, which she just presumed was the entrance to the living room.

The dark blue walls definitely clashed with Danielle’s summery dress, light blue high-heels and long brown hair, but she was here to find a missing person, not win a fashion show.

There was a faint smell of cigar smoke, fish and chip takeaway contains and burning weed, but Danielle already knew that her target was long gone, because that was exactly how her client, a mother, had left the scene and then apparently came running to Danielle.

Danielle was still rather shocked at the mother’s tears, crying and shouting at her when Danielle was hired to find the mother’s son because she was concerned that he was missing.

Apparently, the son, a Mr Jones Jones, had never disappeared before, gone missing or even suggested that he would avoid his mother like this, but his mother had texted, phoned and visited his house every few hours to see if he was home or not.

Danielle didn’t exactly know how true the mother’s promises were about them having a great relationship, him never ignoring her and more, but she did get the sense that the mother was concerned for good reason. And Danielle had just finished up a very large fraud case yesterday, so she was in-between cases and she didn’t really want to tackle the massive pile of background checks different companies had hired her to do just yet.

So Danielle definitely had time to kill on this case.

But given how badly the mother was upset and concerned about her son, Danielle didn’t feel right about invading Jones’s private life so openly, especially as the mother had mentioned he was a straight-A student, got a first-class degree and he was really looking forward to starting his Masters’ degree in September. He sounded like an amazing person so Danielle couldn’t understand what had happened to him.

Danielle carefully started to walk down the hallway, looked through the archway and saw there was no one in the living room that was nothing more than a massive square room with bright blue walls, no TV or chairs.

But there were large indents in the fluffy white carpet like a lot of furniture had been there at one point not so long ago, but it was definitely gone now.

Danielle couldn’t see where the smell of cigar smoke had come from, or any takeaway containers. Yet in a way the entire layout of the house was strange because there was no way through the living room into the rest of the house, and the hallway only led upstairs now.

Danielle wasn’t exactly impressed with the creator of this house but she had a job to do, so she continued along the hallway, went up the stairs that curved to one side and when she got to the top she was even more confused.

There was only a single bright yellow door in front of her, there wasn’t another hallway which bedrooms and a bathroom shot off from, there wasn’t a small landing with the bedrooms, there wasn’t anything.

There was only a single bright yellow door in front of her.

Danielle carefully opened it and was more than glad she didn’t step through it as she opened it, because she would have fallen metres below her into what looked like a dining room that was caked in dust, and Danielle was really starting to wonder what the hell she had walked into.

But that was the interesting thing for Danielle and she just smiled to herself as she could start to understand what was going on, because if there was a dining room that there were other rooms in the house too. Meaning for some reason someone, maybe Jones maybe not, had decided in their eternal wisdom to close off these other rooms.

But why?

Danielle went back downstairs, went to the living room and really focused on it. She had just had to have missed something when she was last in here.

Danielle really focused on the bright blue walls, the lack of furniture and the smell of cigar smoke. Danielle was sure that was key, because the mother never mentioned her son being a smoker so why did his house smell of smoke?

A very faint draught caught Danielle’s neck and that was strange considering there were no windows or openings or any way for a so-called draught to come through.

Danielle looked at the bright blue walls and really focused on them. They all seemed to be perfectly smooth, masterfully built and nothing looked out of place, except for a minor gap at the top of the wall to Danielle’s left, the direction that would have led deeper into the house if there was a door