The Box
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There's no flashes, no bangs, no explosions or car chases, not even a slammed door. Just the high-pitched squeal, odd deep gurgle and long slow whine from an increasingly malfunctioning toilet cistern.
Due to an ill-conceived attitude, it's now the working home of Thurstan Baddeley, England's finest detective, as he delves into the world of cold cases.
Welcome to the occasionally visited Sutton Box, a place where Police careers go to die.
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A former member of a north of England, gritty, metropolitan police force, the author has thirty years experience of day to day policing.
Breathless pursuits on foot, car chases, riots, firearms incidents, bomb searches, murder investigations, excessive tea drinking and hours of boredom were complimented by his knowledge of hiding in bushes and dodging wayward tanks, acquired in another life as a Military Policeman.
A recent diagnosis of ‘high functioning Aspergers’ has helped explain an almost obsessive interest in the Kennedy assassinations and lack of it in sport, big trucks, car parts in general and social events.
He lives on a small hill, in Romania, with his wife, three cuddly toys and Lily the dog. Dan Wheatcroft is a pseudonym.
