Justice by Tim Vicary

Chapter one

Bomb

‘Look!’ Jane Cole said. ‘Here she comes now!’

The two Americans looked along the street. There were crowds of people everywhere. In the middle of the road, soldiers were riding towards them on horseback. Behind them came a golden coach, pulled by six black horses.

‘That’s my father, ‘Jane said. ‘He’s the coachman – the man driving the horses.’

The American woman said, ‘Fantastic! Your father’s driving the Queen! Quick, Harry, use the video camera!’

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