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PART 9 “Stewart, sit down before they see you!” Mrs. T tugged on his jacket. The policeman handed the dirty cloth over to the military man and placed the police drivers hat squarely on his head. Mrs. T yanked him down into the seat. “Sit…
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PART 8 Stewart could hear the muffled voices of the police outside and wondered how he would explain his story. After all, the Art Director and the attacker needed a motive. Which was to get the blueprint and find the location of a paintin…
PART 7 “Dad!” Stewart yelled catching up with Mrs. T and his father. “We’re all over the news. The police think we attacked the Director and stole the painting.” “What painting?” said David. “Yeah… your son stole a painting. It’s in th…
PART 6 Mrs. T parked up at the kerb. “Let’s get this over with then,” Stewart said, popping open the car door to climb out. “Wait,” said Mrs. T, wriggling about in the drivers seat searching for her high-heels. “C’mon, Mrs. T.” Sna…
PART 5 On the fifth ring, Stewart’s dad answered. “Please tell me you have the blueprint.” He looked down at the painting in the footwell. “I have the blueprint, we’re safe Dad. Are you-” A crackle echoed into Stewarts ear, followed by…
PART 4 “Quickly,” Mrs. Turnbell said, helping Stewart free his feet. “Let’s get out of here.” Stewart winced as he got up. It felt like he was carrying a spiked cannon ball on each foot. “Wait, wait a minute.” He said, pulling the bluepr…
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PART 3 Forcing himself to step forward he heard the muffled voice again. It was coming from the inside. The lid occasionally bounced with each new thud, rattling the catch that held it shut. Sucking in a deep breath Stewart took the catch …
PART 2 The rest of the journey was spent in silence. Stewart stared out the window of the SUV as it splashed through the soaked streets of Glasgow. Mrs. Turnbell drove with an almost aggressive respect for the speed limit. It was not lon…
PART ONE Present Day City of Glasgow, Scotland All one hundred and eight students had been sitting in the lecture theatre for over fifteen minutes now, with still no sign of the professor. The talking and fidgeting was getting louder as…