She’s ex-MI5.
MI5 wants her dead.
Who can she trust?
False Connections
by Steve Sheppard
Genre: Thriller, Action
“Thriller
addicts won’t be disappointed”
“Steve Sheppard has created another great character in Mel Milano.”
Three years ago, Mel Milano was an MI5 intelligence officer
with a promising career. Then, during a routine protection and surveillance
operation in Wales, things went drastically wrong and three people died,
including Mel’s partner and fiancé, Liam Webster.
Drummed out of the service on trumped-up charges by MI5 Deputy Director, Sarah
Brook, Mel lost her career, her self-respect, her confidence and her fiancé.
Nothing made sense.
Three years on, she is rebuilding her life, working for a private security
outfit.
But she’s never forgiven the way she was dumped by MI5. One day she’ll discover
the truth about Brook and what was really going on.
Now, though, it’s clear that Mel’s not the only one still holding a grudge.
Suddenly everybody seems to want her dead. But why?
On the run from MI5, is there anyone Mel
can trust to help her uncover the past?
February. Freezing. Snow everywhere. A surveillance
stint in Oswestry. At least, it was supposed to be surveillance. Well,
surveillance and persuasion. Piece of piss job, frankly, and as it was just
Liam and me, holed up in a cottage for an unspecified time, I’d looked forward
to it. We didn’t often get to work together so when we did it was a bonus. We’d
been a pair for nine months, engaged for two. Secretly engaged, that is,
certainly as far as the service went. Married couples were absolutely not allowed
– there was an idea it could lead to agents being compromised – but they were
realistic enough to understand they could do little about more casual hook-ups:
everyone knew that being in a relationship with someone not in the
service was fraught with difficulties.
So, the only people who knew about the
engagement were my parents, enjoying their retirement on the Gold Coast in
Australia – Liam’s were both dead, killed in a car crash when he was a teenager
– and our immediate boss, Catherine Spencer, a splendid old battle-axe with a
heart of gold. Catherine was probably in the wrong job. She was far too
concerned with the mental wellbeing of her charges, who she tended to treat as
though they were the family she no longer had. Unlike Sarah Brook, she’d not
been a field agent so hadn’t had her softer, more human edges knocked off her.
I loved her to bits.
Anyway, as I say, it was a simple enough
job. Keep an eye on two young Russian dissidents, a married couple with the
assumed names of Grigori and Polina Mironov. They were journalists in Moscow who
had caught the eye of the Kremlin in the sort of way that was likely to end very
badly very quickly, so they’d been spirited out via Estonia and brought to
Birmingham. MI5 had no real thoughts that the Mironovs could be of any great
help after their initial debrief; I genuinely think the overriding plan was to
keep them safe. Good guys one, bad guys nil sort of thing. Not that the service
was expecting the Russians to bother sending assassins to Birmingham to knock
them off; it’s not as touristy as Salisbury for one thing. So the watching
brief I had on the Mironovs was near the bottom of my extensive list of
responsibilities.
Until
it wasn’t.
Completely
unexpectedly, after two years in Birmingham, Grigori and Polina upped sticks
and moved sixty-five miles west to Oswestry, about as close to the Welsh border
you can get without being a sheep. No one knew why. They certainly didn’t tell
their local handler. Five weren’t keen on that. Black mark for the handler and
a blacker one for his supervisor: me. It’s a lot easier for a couple of
Russians to stay under the radar in Brum, surrounded by a million ethnically
diverse people, than it is in a small rural town like Oswestry. No matter how
fluent their English was, Grigori and Polina would soon become the subject of
gossip and MI5 is distinctly anti-gossip.
So
that’s when Liam and I got involved. It was my job anyway and Catherine
Spencer, told to send someone after them, watch them, befriend them, try and
find out why they’d disappeared into the back of beyond, keep them safe and,
one way or another, persuade them back to civilisation, decided that Liam
should go too. If the friendly approach didn’t work and we had to do it
forcibly, I’d find it difficult by myself. Liam riding shotgun was fine by me
as Catherine well knew, although I didn’t think force would be needed. We were
both good at striking up random friendships and we were a similar age to
Grigori and Polina. Two young couples both new to the town. Nothing could be
easier. So we were given fake jobs, installed in a small house around the
corner from the Mironovs’ rented flat and told to get on with it.
To
start with it was straightforward. First of all, I arranged to bump into Polina
in the local Co-op. She was thin, pale, drawn, with washed-out blonde hair tied
back in a loose ponytail. Obviously struggling to find a particular item on the
shelves. Black tea, it turned out. I helped her look but it was a small store
and we had to settle for Earl Grey. That got a conversation going. As we were
both new to the town, I invited her and her husband to join us for a drink in
the pub. Two pairs of outsiders united against the Welsh, of whom there were
many. She laughed. The first warning sign was that they’d reverted to their
real names, Marat and Natalya Panarin, which only added to Five’s concern. It
was the first indication that the job might not be as uncomplicated as Liam and
I had expected.
It
didn’t take long for things to go wrong. Badly wrong.
Steve
Sheppard was born and grew up in Surrey before moving to Buckinghamshire and
then to Oxfordshire, where he spent a quarter of a century living in an
idiosyncratic village that was the affectionate inspiration for his fourth
book, Lazytown. He now lives
in Hampshire. He spent forty years starting to write books but not finishing
them, until belatedly realising that the key is not to give up. The other thing
he has since learned is that he should have become a celebrity before writing a
book, as this would have made selling it much easier.
False Connections is Steve’s fifth book, but the first one written as a straight thriller and not primarily as a comedy, although it does contain humour. He hopes it will be the first of a series featuring feisty, funny but flawed ex-MI5 agent, Mel Milano. He also has three spy thrillers with laughs to his name, all published by Claret Press: A Very Important Teapot (2019), set in Australia, Bored to Death in the Baltics (2021), not set in Australia, and Poor Table Manners (2024), which takes place in Cape Town. These feature an initially fairly hapless hero, Dawson, and a considerably less hapless heroine, Lucy, together with varied supporting casts, most of whom are not who they claim to be. Steve’s fourth book is an out-and-out comedy-murder-mystery, Lazytown (2025).
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