The Borders

by Revell Cornell

Overview

Alcoholic Stephen is on the run for a murder he thinks he has committed. Bomb-maker Sanjar is on the run from his fellow terrorists. The police and army are chasing both of them, and Stephen's wife, the only one who knows the true nature of his crime, is also tracking him. The paths of the hunted men cross in the camp of 'back to nature' Billy, in the Scottish Borders, and, while their stories unfold over the camp fire, the hunters are drawing ever nearer. Campfire confessionals to each other will not diffuse the situation. The police and the military want their man, but, with the possibility of gunfire in the shadows and gloom of the woods, they need to positively determine which man is which?

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780956878731
Publisher:	Revell Cornell
Publication date:	01/10/2022
Pages:	350
Product dimensions:	5.06(w) x 7.81(h) x 0.73(d)

About the Author

I live in the North East of England.

Being a finalist in an Alibi T.V./Harper Collins crime short story competition spurred me on to increase my then leisurely output of short story writing.

I write crime from the criminal's viewpoint; there are no plodding detectives in my books. My stories are structured around the shenanigans of criminals in dispute with other criminals, or the world in general. Even 'Speedy Emi' (based on the life of a young girl now living near my home town) is a story woven around crime. In fairness to Emi (not her real name) her well-documented life of crime was the result of her not too pretty childhood. If you think it's hard to progress in a 'man's world', see how this wonderful girl did it.


My infamous claim to fame is that as a young boy, I was part of a group of kids that 'borrowed' a car belonging to a very famous London crime 'Firm'. Once we'd discovered who the car belonged to, we dumped it pretty quick. I, like the other boys, never left home for a month; yep, we were scared straight.


Many years later, the main member of the gang heard about our escapade, and how frightened we'd been. Apparently he laughed about it, flapped a dismissive hand, and said, 'Tell them they're forgiven'.