Publisher: Mary Egan Publishing
Paperback: 288 pages
The car in front of the Cavalier moves forward. Like a runner out of the blocks, the Vauxhall takes off. Then brakes - hard.
The coach chugs up alongside.
Martyn looks straight down into the boot. The sudden acceleration and sharp braking has freed the violin case from the restraining rug, allowing it to slide back across the box surface, hitting the window glass and bouncing open against the backrest.
Now he can clearly see two automatic weapons. One is a rifle with folded metal butt embedded in foam in the case. The other - a smaller, ominous machine gun - lies loose on the box top.
A Quantity Surveyor by profession, he countered the emphasis of numbers in his life by taking up writing as a hobby. A creative writing course in 1996 inspired A Moment’s Silence. He has lived in Palmerston North since 1978.