Chapter One
The truth under a landslide of lies.
I sat in the Bridge Café, scowling at the cup in my hand, wondering if I’d ever had coffee this bad before. It had the consistency of used motor oil and the bitter taste only added to my pounding head.
No wonder everybody drinks tea in this country.
The state of the hot beverages and crappy atmosphere in this North London pit stop wasn’t my main concern though. Nor was the freezing gray rain blanketing the capital for the sixth day in a row.
I turned my eyes from the windows and read the print in front of me.
It was easy to overlook real news amidst the celebrity gossip, character slurs, and outright lies littering the newspapers, especially in Britain, the home of tabloid sensationalism. As I thumbed through the pages and sipped the l
