"The street was lined with Laburnum trees, the leaves still dank and in places dripping from the rain of the previous night. Spent kebab wrappers and empty water bottles, cans and cigarette butts littered the gutters and the pavements were measled by spots of chewing gum, concrete hard on the slabs. One man dressed in a black well-cut suit, sharply pressed shirt recognized his neighbour from across the street and picking his way through the crowds, with a polite excuse-me here or a touch to the shoulder there, greeted the older man. The man took his hand and bowed with deference to the man's age and status within the community. "As-Salamu" he said, just a decibel higher than the norm but enough for others to take note of the esteem it held and turn their collective heads toward him momentarily; before they turned away affecting indifference. The man nodded and quietly spoke "Mu-alaikum-Salam" And Peace be with "Doctor how are you doing? Is it lunchtime at the hospital? I haven't seen you in ages. Since the barbecue in fact"."I'm dying" the old man said curtly.There was no reply that the man in the suit could think of."Within minutes both were lying dead on the wet asphalt of the road.The story poses the question: What if a series of events took hold of UK society and lead it blindly down a path, with echoes of its recent colonial past, to a place in the future where foreign flags fly on British soil and a political solution must be sought to the imponderable.Hiding In Plain Sight is the first of two books that take us down that path.It follows the perpetrator of an obscene crime, the security agencies that seek him and how society fails when unity, in the face of a universal foe, is needed most of all.
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