The Disappearance of Anna Popov; Chapter 6; Vienna, 13 January
6Vienna, 13 JanuaryJack hurried out of the BBC studio after his early morning TV interview. It was his only engagement that day and the hire car Rebecca had arranged to take him to the airport was already waiting outside. Contacting Professor Popov personally had been impossible. The Nobel laureate’s schedule was almost […]
The Disappearance of Anna Popov ; Chapter 5; On the plane to London, 11 January
5On the plane to London, 11 January‘You asked me the other day how I find the material for my articles, remember?’ said Jack, leaning back in his comfortable business class seat just before takeoff. He reached for his glass of champagne and turned towards Rebecca sitting next to him. ‘I don’t find the […]
The day I became the “Book Dude “
It happened like this. I was having a quiet Sunday lunch with friends in this delightful little restaurant not far from home in the Blue Mountains. Because it was very busy, a couple of casuals were helping the regular staff; clearing the tables mainly, and serving coffee.The proof copy of my next book, The Disappearance […]
The Disappearance of Anna Popov ; Chapter 3; Rose Cottage, Sydney, 9 January, 2010
Rebecca Armstrong got out of the taxi and looked at the small sandstone cottage. It wasn’t what she had expected. I should have worn my jeans and a tank top, she thought, looking at her tight-fitting designer slacks, high heel shoes and crisp Chanel blouse. She adjusted her hair and, clutching her tiny two-thousand-dollar […]
The Disappearance of Anna Popov ; Chapter 2; Somewhere in the bush near Bathurst, 1 January, 2010
Somewhere in the bush near Bathurst, 1 January, 2010The old van lurched alarmingly to one side – tortured gears crunching loudly – and began the steep descent down into the valley. Jack woke with a start. Rubbing his aching shoulder – a constant reminder of the sniper’s bullet that ended his stint as a […]
The Disappearance of Anna Popov ; Chapter 1; Sydney Harbour; New Year’s Eve 2009
Sydney Harbour, New Year’s Eve 2009The old year was dying. ‘Five, four, three, two, one …’ counted the cheering crowd as the final seconds of 2009 tumbled through the hourglass. Suddenly, the massive steel arch of the Sydney Harbour Bridge erupted, forming a dazzling tiara of sparks. As it raced along the girders […]
