Two New Scotland Yard detectives,Inspector Kevin Devlin and Chief Inspector Andy Spearing, lay in pools of their own blood as it ran over the pavement and down the Old Bailey Street gutter.
They lay behind a police Jaguar S-Type which had been driven by Detective Sergeant Tommy Thomson. He lay flat across the two front seats as he used his car radio to call emergency services, including New Scotland Yard.

It was Monday afternoon on the twenty-first of August, 1967, in Old Bailey Street outside of the Old Bailey court, which is in London’s Eastern Central district. Andy and Kevin had just given evidence in the Old Bailey court during the trial of Jonathan Bridgewater, who was facing charges for the murder of Nigel Worthington, a New Scotland Yard civil servant. A secondary charge against Bridgewater was for having homosexual relations with an eighteen-year-old minor, which was illegal in 1967 despite all the gay protesters who had gathered around the Old Bailey courthouse.
Andy and Kevin had both just been shot by a sniper from the rooftop of a tall building on the other side of Old Bailey Street.
A big guy with blond hair and moustache had shouted a warning: “Twelve – high noon! Sniper – hit dirt!” Showing his wartime training, Andy had immediately thrown himself and Kevin sideways. They had both been hit. Kevins mind was confused as his head had hit the pavement hard and he gradually lost consciousness. His final thought as the blackness enveloped his mind was: What a bloody waste of time! All that training, gym work, karate, and taekwondo and not even a chance of a
blow! What a fucking way to go! His subconscious mind flashed back in time.

He was suddenly a boy again in the 1950s’ streets of the notorious Gorbals district in the East End of Glasgow. It was the era of the gangs which rivalled the “knife gangs” of the twenties and thirties. Somehow he had escaped the streets by joining Glasgow Police and got himself a bursary qualifying with honours in criminology from Cambridge University. He had followed up by
qualifying, again with honours, in psychology from Keele University. He then re-joined Glasgow City Police as a detective constable. After only a few months, his boss, Ian Johnstone, then the Central Glasgow Police chief inspector and the divisional
commander, had recommended him to Sir Mark Wright, then the commissioner of the London Met, which, of course, included NSY.
The London Met moved during July 1967 into their new, and what was to become their iconic, New Scotland Yard headquarters in Victoria London. Sir Mark had set about pulling the staff kicking and screaming into the twentieth century.
He started to scour the country for university -qualified policemen and women. He also went worldwide in his search for people with qualifications in the “new” computer sciences, fraud specialists, and forensic specialists. On top of all this recruitment, in a covert operation, Sir Mark had been heading investigations into widespread corruption across the London Met. He was getting ready to clear out a large number of corrupt staff from every level within New Scotland Yard. Within a few weeks of Kevin arriving in NSY, Sir Mark had suddenly died. It appeared he had almost certainly been poisoned, but it had turned out to be very difficult to prove.
Although there was a clear indication of an injection in Sir Mark’s thigh, the two top experts in the UK who had carried out the autopsy, Professor John Stokes and Doctor John Harvey, had reported: “Unusually large amounts of potassium were present in Sir Mark’s bloodstream, but after the heart is damaged, large amounts of potassium are usually released into the bloodstream, which is quite normal.” DI Spearing had exploded with anger and accused the two experts of sitting on the proverbial fence. In private, he had also claimed the pair was possibly involved in yet another cover-up.
Following covert investigations into Sir Mark’s death by Andy and Kevin, they identified a man, Peter Hazlewood, who had purported to be an MI5 representative, as the one who had injected potassium into Sir Mark’s thigh after “accidentally” bumping into him at one of the NSY lifts. The problem was Peter Hazlewood turned out to be an MI5 imposter. The “real” Peter Hazlewood had long ago retired from MI5, and the guy who had injected Sir Mark was a young man, at the most thirty years old! However, at NSY he had still produced an official- looking MI5 pass in the name of Peter Hazlewood. While Andy was in hospital with a burst appendix, Kevin had continued to investigate within MI5. Following an assault on Kevin by Peter Jensen and one of his MI5 colleagues, Donald Campbell, Kevin had finally identified Peter Jensen as the man responsible for injecting Sir Mark with potassium. Kevin had issued a warrant for the arrest of Peter Jensen and made a television appeal for the public’s help in finding him.
The problems with what was thought to be an MI5 vigilante group started just a few weeks ago, and this happened to coincide with Kevins’ first case in NSY: the murder of John Palmer, the real boss of “the Quiet Firm”, a London East End gang supplying most of the drugs in the UK.
Andy and Kevin had established that the notorious assassin known throughout the UK underworld as simply “the Fox” had carried out the murder of John Palmer. The problem was, who had hired the Fox? Although MI5 was implicated and had taken a tape recording of the assassination, there was no proof.
Other suspects were the other London-based East End gangs who were known to be very concerned about the boss of the Quiet Firm, Joe Bolger. He had been preparing to sell out to the USA Mafia. There was no way the UK gangs were going to allow the US Mafia onto their patch. However, John Palmer had been strongly against selling out the drugs business to
the USA Mafia, so the UK gangs had nothing to gain from arranging that particular assassination. Of course, there was still the “usual suspect” – the wife! Mrs Palmer was a beautiful woman, and there was no doubt she had moved quickly to take over the “family business”.

She had appeared very cold to her husband’s death, which had happened while she’d been sleeping upstairs. Again MI5 people, led by Robert Lambert, were involved, and they apparently scared Mrs Palmer so much she went into hiding at her dad’s place in
Bournemouth. Following the death of John Palmer, there was what can only be described as a trail of human carnage.
During the following few weeks, the cases piled up for the then Kevin and Andy. They included murder, rape of girl’s and boy’s, suicides, and assaults. Many led back to MI5 and what Andy and Kevin thought was a sort of vigilante group. There was no doubt that the MI5 people were involved in many of their cases, but they felt a little bit helpless as so many of their cases fell apart, with prime suspects going “missing”, allegedly committing “suicides”, and outright being murdered. Finally, they thought they had enough evidence on Robert Lambert, a senior section leader with MI5, but then he, too, had turned up dead, apparently a suicide, but it was questionable. Kevin had some dark thoughts about Andy’s involvement in Robert Lambert’s death, but for now, those dark thoughts were buried.

The next morning, in a Bournemouth park, Mrs Palmer was found dead with a bullet in her splattered brains – another apparent suicide! Nobody bought into the idea that Mrs Palmer would have committed suicide. Again MI5 was implicated.

As Andy fell unconscious, his subconscious thoughts were very different from DI Devlin’s. Andy’s first thought as he slipped into unconsciousness was: I am going to survive!
That bitch is not going to get it all. That “bitch” was his wife, who had just divorced him and, thanks to her very smart lawyer, had taken the largest part of his estate. As far as he was concerned, the divorce was unwanted, and the lies she had told about him were just unforgivable. There was also the fact she been having a long-running affair with a relative, which still stuck in his gullet.
As the divorce slowly went through, he had spent two years hitting the bottle big time, and the man he had to thank for starting to get him out of the downward spiral was the young Kevin Devlin, who had just joined NSY a few weeks ago. He was a very clever young man who had used his psychology qualifications to quietly persuade Andy to pick himself up, dust himself off, and get on with his life.

Andy’s next subconscious thoughts still involved his family and today’s generation in a series of flashbacks. Perhaps it was true, your life flashing past you as you completed the BIG E?
Like so many of his and his dad’s generation, they had fought through two world wars with the loss of around one hundred million lives. It was all supposedly to protect their and future generations’ freedom from tyranny.
The two world wars had been followed by theKorean War, then the Egyptian conflict, and now the USA had the Vietnam War, with hundreds of thousands dead.

The 1950s in the Western world saw the advent of rock and roll, teddy boys and girls,
rockers, and Hells Angels. Young people were suddenly breaking away from their mum’s
apron strings. Teenage gangs roamed the streets, and many parents were actually afraid of
their own children. In most cities it was the start of the break-up of the family unit.
The sixties saw young people breaking away from family homes and going on to lead
independent lives. They followed their idols, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, etc., and like
so many of their forerunners, they started experimenting with drugs, mixing them with
extensive drinking. The difference this time around was it was not only the rich in society,
but every class right down to the working class.
Mid-1967 was the height of the UK and the US Psychedelic Era, with drugs flowing like
rivers. On top of that, cheap booze was readily available, and young people were earning
more than ever before, so they could afford both drugs and booze.
As has been recorded many times, for many,
the 1960s were their “halcyon days”. For so many others, at every level of society, the 1960s
sank them into a surreal world of depravity, including murders, deaths from overdoses of
liquor or drugs, assassinations, spy and sex scandals, predators – with rapes of both girls and
boys – corruption, and murder.
There were massive cover-ups by the UK establishment and corruption at all levels,
including the police, MI5, MI6, and politicians from all parties.
As the old saying goes, “If you remember the sixties, you weren't there.” The problem
was, for so many, they did not get a chance to remember; they were dead long before their
time because of drug and booze overdoses or crimes.
Andy’s flashbacks continued as he slipped into unconsciousness, and his passing thought,
shared by so many grans, grandads, mums, and dads at that time was: Looking at the events in
the fifties and sixties and what had happened between and after the two World Wars, all

those sacrifices by hundreds of millions of two generations – was it all worth it? His reply to
himself as he slipped away was: Those massive sacrifices must have been worthwhile, right?
That doubt lingered in the majority of the two surviving generations of parents across the