Mark David Welsh

Dogs On The Highway Mark David Welsh

All decisions have consequences, but some have consequences you can't imagine. Train was no mastermind. He was just the muscle. The kind of guy they bring in to push someone around a little. But just lately the only gigs he can get involve standing outside clubs in a second hand suit; trying to keep his temper every time a drunk swears at him to impress a stupid girlfriend. But then he runs into Galbraith. And Galbraith has a line on a job in Eastern Europe. Train can get out of London for a while; travel, escape the clinging girlfriend he no longer wants. And the money is good; better than good. There are only two things about it that bother him. For a start, Galbraith's an idiot. Talking to him is like trying to communicate with someone from another planet. One that's been dead for a couple of centuries. The other is that no-one seems to know what the job involves, or, if they do, they aren't saying. And if they'd mentioned Bigfoot, or stealing the Great Wall of China, he probably would have thought twice about the whole thing. But, by the time he finds out, it's too late to walk away.