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    Coincidence. Right Place Wrong Time
    Coincidence. Right Place Wrong Time
    Coincidence. Right Place Wrong Time
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    Coincidence. Right Place Wrong Time

    By Terry Aspinall

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    Having served in the Royal Navy, Police force, and currently working for MI5. Dave Slater finds himself found guilty of murder. A crime he did not commit. A couple of years later and after his release from prison, he is once again accused of committing another murder. Is it a Coincidence or just bad luck? Being in the Right Place at the Wrong Time.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTerry Aspinall
    Release dateMay 31, 2017
    ISBN9781370376025
    Coincidence. Right Place Wrong Time
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    Terry Aspinall

    I was born during the Second World War while my father was chasing Rommel out of North Africa and Italy, for this reason I never saw him until late 1946. I grew up in the sleepy little Suffolk country side town of Stowmarket, and underwent an education that to me seemed an absolute waste of time. Although with that wonderful tool known as hindsight, my reading and writing skills would have served me well in the writing of this book. I should have taken the trouble and given the teachers my full undivided attention and not the girls sitting next to me, while behind me was always the wall. Yes I was a back of class type of guy who was always getting into trouble and talking during class. Upon leaving school I became what was known as a Teddy boy and hung around with the Ipswich town local gangs. Once the novelty began to wear off, and I realised that if I carried on along the path I had chosen, it would only lead me into trouble with the law, so I decided on a complete life style change and joined the Royal Marines. My growing up during this period of time can certainly be attributed to my Royal Marine training, something that is still part of my life to this day. I tell of my service years and of being on active service in Borneo. Upon my release I became very interested and involved in the Rock n Roll music of the day, and helped form a local band in the town of Leiston in Suffolk. I also became involved in the then new sport of hang gliding. Which later lead me to strapping an engine on to my glider, and being amongst the first in the UK to pioneer the sport of Microlighting, and to set a record that still stands to this day. Eventually while working for Bernard Matthews I upped my family and immigrated to New Zealand, to help build a new factory in a small county town of Waipukurau on the North Island. Where I experienced a complete new style of living that my family and I all enjoyed, and took to it like ducks to water. It was a taste of what was to come when after three years I once again up rooted my family and move over the ditch as they say to Australia, but that’s another story?

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      Coincidence. Right Place Wrong Time - Terry Aspinall

      Coincidence

      Right Place Wrong Time

      © Copyright 2017 by Terry Aspinall

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means electronic, mechanical, photographic (photocopying) recording, or otherwise without prior permission in writing from the author.

      ISBN: 9781370376025

      Published by Terry Aspinall

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      TABLE OF CONTENT

      Copyright

      Chapter 1 Sunday 14th June 2015.

      Chapter 2 Sunday 14th June 2015.

      Chapter 3 Monday 22nd June 2015.

      Chapter 4 Saturday 5th July 1980.

      Chapter 5 Saturday 23rd August 2008.

      Chapter 6 Wednesday 15th September 2010.

      Chapter 7 Thames House, Westminster London.

      Chapter 8 Wednesday 15th September 2010.

      Chapter 9 Wednesday 1st June 2011.

      Chapter 10 Thursday 8th December 2013.

      Chapter 11 September 2014.

      Chapter 12 Thursday 5th February 2015.

      Chapter 13 Sunday 5th April 2015.

      Chapter 14 Sunday 14th June 2015.

      Chapter 15 Saturday 20th June 2015.

      Chapter 16 Monday 22nd June 2015.

      Chapter 17 Tuesday 21st July 2015.

      Chapter 18 Wednesday 22nd July 2015.

      Chapter 19 Michael Darcy.

      Chapter 20 Friday 22nd July 2015.

      Chapter 21 Raymond Foster - Clive Manning.

      Chapter 22 Tuesday 4th August 2015.

      Chapter 23 Saturday 8th August 2015.

      Other books by this Author

      http://www.terryaspinall.com

      Chapter1

      No.13 Barnaby Street Norwich.

      7:16 pm. Sunday 14th June 2015.

      For a split second, there was a slight movement under Dave Slater’s closed right eyelid. Followed by a brief flicker, after which both eyes slowly opened and blinked a couple of times, trying to focus and accustom them to the poor light. Although the deadly silence within the room, helped give it an eerie feeling.

      Immediately he experienced a striking pain to the back of his head. His first response was to reach up, to feel and explore the area from where the pain was coming.

      As he tried to move his right arm that was pinned under his body, a second pain suddenly informed him that he had further areas to investigate.

      Without moving his head, he looked around trying to work out where he was, and to what might have happened. A couple of glances, and he concluded that he was lying on the floor of a large bedroom. Which left him bewilder as to his location, and why he was there.

      To confuse him further, his brain was playing tricks. As he tried to remember what incident had taken place and left him in the predicament and unknown location he found himself.

      Somehow, he managed to release his right arm, and slowly moved it up to feel the back of his head. Upon contact it felt wet and sticky, informing him that it was an open wound. Just touching the area was an effort that increased the pain level dramatically, informing him to stop any further exploration immediately.

      Slowly he started to roll his body over into a face down position, to try and get up from the floor and onto his feet. At first, he was a little wobbly with nothing to hold onto as he attempted to stand up. Feeling dizzy he reached out and placed the palm of his left hand against a wall next to him, to help steady his balance. Although the light level in the room was low, it allowed him to see a door on the far side of the room. Slowly he made his way towards it, wondering what surprises might lay ahead.

      He still had no idea where he was or what had happened, although his brain was continually working overtime trying to remember any snippet of information that might give him a clue.

      Once through the door he slowly made his way towards the stairs, and leaning against the wall, he made his way down to what he hoped was a way out of the building.

      Lady luck was with him as he reached what turned out to be the ground floor, and in front of him was a door. He wasted no time in opening it and taking a deep breath of the fresh air that greeted him.

      A split second later he was almost blinded by a brilliant light that was directed on to his face. Followed by a loud voice ordering him to,

      Freeze, raise your hands.

      An order that at first confused him. Although he quickly made up his mind that he was not going to disobey, as he had no idea what was happening around him, or where he was. The freeze part was easy to comply with, but it was very painful in raising his hands.

      His sense of freedom had lasted just a couple seconds. Having walked straight into the arms of several heavily armed Police officers, who looked like they were about to enter the building, using force to batter down the door? At least he had opened it for them, now there was no excuse for them to smash it open. Thinking that it must have saved somebody a repair bill.

      One of the Police officers screamed at him,

      What's your name?

      Because he never replied, the question was repeated only this time it was even louder.

      What's your name? He bellowed.

      Dave, Dave Slater. He mumbled a reply.

      Within seconds another officer who by now had advanced closer to him, ordered him to lie on the ground, and to place his hands behind his back. Which turned out to be another painful exercise.

      One of the officers knelt beside him, and thrust his knee into his side, causing Dave sever pain. He then grabbed his hands and proceeded to disable him by attaching a set of handcuffs.

      While at the same time another Police officer informed him,

      You are wanted for questioning back at the Police station.

      Why the cuffs, what have I supposed to have done. Dave asked.

      You will find out back at the station.

      While Dave was being dealt with, other officers had been directed and cautiously entered the building. Within a few minutes one of them returned, and ran over to the officer who looked like he was leading the arrest, and whispered in his ear.

      There's a body in a down stair room, boss. Followed by,

      Looks like he might have been shot by a pistol, probably a nine mill.

      Okay take him back to the station, but nobody talks to him.

      I'll do the talking. The officer ordered.

      Chapter 2

      Norwich City Police Headquarters.

      9:26 pm. Sunday 14th June 2015.

      Back at the Norwich City Police station, a Doctor had been called out to check Dave Slater over, and bandage up a small open wound and bump to the back of his head. While the pain in his left arm turned out to be server bruising, caused when his full body weight fell on to it, as he collapsed to the floor.

      He then reported his findings to the duty officer,

      He has received a violent blow to the back of his head at some time.

      But he is okay to answer a few questions.

      Dave was then ushered into a vacant interview room, and ordered to sit down at a table, with his back to the wall. Which meant that he would be facing a two-way mirror on the opposite wall, allowing his every move to be video recorded as future evidence, if required.

      His first thoughts were that with a little luck he might be informed as to why he was helping the Police with their inquirers. Although he knew he had been caught leaving somebody else’s house, but he could have been leaving a friend’s house. There again, breaking and entering did not usually require an armed offenders squad to arrest and detain suspects into custardy. Being realistic, he had no idea how he was going to talk his way out of the situation.

      Detective Chief Inspector Eden and a colleague he introduced as Peter Davidson entered the room, and sat opposite Dave across a table that had long since seen better days. He then dropped a folder on the table to the sound of a dull thud, to be followed by a short period of silence. That was eventually broken by the DCI who after looking at Dave

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