Exit Day
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Conspiracy, chaos and treachery in the countdown to Brexit on 29 March 2019. An out-of-favour journalist tracks down a ring of spies bent on sabotaging Exit Day... a senior Minister leaks Cabinet secrets to Brussels...an assassin stalks the Prime Minister. When an old lover turns up on Harry Topp's doorstep, she brings with her an explosive "gift": a list of deeply buried secret agents in Britain. The star name on the list is the Cabinet minister. Harry is shocked to discover a friend is one of the spies and soon finds himself caught up in a covert war between rival sets of spooks.Worse still, he's up against a conspiracy by a group of fanatics, led by a shadowy figure called the Wolf.What Harry doesn't realise is that while determinedly chasing his story he's been hatching a cuckoo in the nest.Of all the undercurrents in the Brexit controversy, this is the one scenario you would never expect.

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Date de parution 18 octobre 2018
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EAN13 9781789012644
Langue English
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Conspiracy, chaos and treachery on the countdown to Brexit on 29 March 2019.

An out-of-favour journalist tracks down a ring of spies bent on sabotaging Exit Day... a senior Minister leaks Cabinet secrets to Brussels...an assassin stalks the Prime Minister.

When an old lover turns up on Harry Topp’s doorstep, she brings with her an explosive “gift”: a list of deeply buried secret agents in Britain. The star name on the list is the Cabinet minister.

Harry is shocked to discover a friend is one of the spies and soon finds himself caught up in a covert war between rival sets of spooks.

Worse still, he’s up against a conspiracy by a group of fanatics, led by a shadowy figure called the Wolf.

What Harry doesn’t realise is that while determinedly chasing his story he’s been hatching a cuckoo in the nest.

Of all the undercurrents in the Brexit controversy, this is the one scenario you would never expect.
Praise for Exit Day
A gripping read. Laws creates a scenario that seems eerily plausible in the chaotic run-up to Brexit. He takes us on a wild ride… a great storyteller who leaves us guessing right up to the last page.
Gillian M.

A well-written and fast-paced thriller with many ingenious twists and turns.
Karl G.

David Laws’ cliffhanging denouement throws up shock after shock... hugely enjoyable.
Tony Boullemier (Author of The Little Book of Monarchs)

Exit Day treats the reader to a feast of conspiracy, chaos and treachery.
Ray King

This cleverly written book is a real page turner which you will find hard to put down.
Alastair McIntyre, Editor, Daily Drone

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Contents
Chapter 1
Leipzig, East Germany: 9th November 1989
Chapter 2
Saturday 2nd March 2019; 27 days to the deadline, the day Britain formally quits the European Union
Chapter 3
London; 27 days to go
Chapter 4
Suffolk; 27 days to go
Chapter 5
27 days to go
Chapter 6
27 days to go
Chapter 7
Sunday 3rd March 2019; 26 days to go
Chapter 8
26 days to go
Chapter 9
Monday 4 th March 2019; 25 days to go
Chapter 10
Tuesday 5 th March 2019; 24 days to go
Chapter 11
24 days to go
Chapter 12
24 days to go
Chapter 13
24 days to go
Chapter 14
Wednesday 6 th March 2019; 23 days to go
Chapter 15
Thursday 7 th March 2019; 22 days to go
Chapter 16
22 days to go
Chapter 17
Friday 8 th March 2019; 21 days to go
Chapter 18
Sunday 10 th March 2019; 19 days to go
Chapter 19
Monday 11 th March 2019; 18 days to go
Chapter 20
18 days to go
Chapter 21
Tuesday 12 th March 2019; 17 days to go
Chapter 22
Wednesday 13 th March 2019; 16 days to go
Chapter 23
16 days to go
Chapter 24
16 days to go
Chapter 25
Thursday 14 th March 2019; 15 days to go
Chapter 26
15 days to go
Chapter 27
Friday 15 th March 2019; 14 days to go
Chapter 28
Sunday 17th March 2019; 12 days to go
Chapter 29
Monday 18th March 2019; 11 days to go
Chapter 30
Tuesday 19 th March 2019; 10 days to go
Chapter 31
10 days to go
Chapter 32
Wednesday 20 th March 2019; 9 days to go
Chapter 33
9 days to go
Chapter 34
9 days to go
Chapter 35
Thursday 21 st March 2019; 8 days to go
Chapter 36
8 days to go
Chapter 37
Friday 22 nd March 2019; 7 days to go
Chapter 38
Saturday 23 nd March 2019; 6 days to go
Chapter 39
6 days to go
Chapter 40
Sunday 24 th March 2019; 5 days to go
Chapter 41
5 days to go
Chapter 42
Monday 25 th March 2019; 4 days to go
Chapter 43
Tuesday 26 th March 2019; 3 days to go
Chapter 44
3 days to go
Chapter 45
Wednesday 27 th March 2019; 2 days to go
Chapter 46
2 days to go
Chapter 47
Thursday 28 th March 2019; 1 day to go
Chapter 48
Friday 29 th March 2019; Exit Day, 18 hours to go
Chapter 49
17 hours to go
Chapter 50
16 hours, 45 minutes to go
Chapter 51
8 hours to go
Chapter 52
7 hours to go
Chapter 53
6 hours to go
Chapter 54
4 hours to go
Chapter 55
3 hours to go
Chapter 56
2 hours to go
Chapter 57
90 minutes to go
Chapter 58
1 hour to go
Chapter 59
Exit Day plus 1
Chapter 60
Exit Day plus 3

NOVELS BY DAVID LAWS
Chapter 1
Leipzig, East Germany: 9th November 1989
The three women linked arms to push their way through the thickest part of the crowd. Erika, Anneliese and Renata were acutely conscious of the toxic mix that night: excited empowerment overlaid by trepidation.
No doubt about it, there was extreme danger close by. They’d all seen the lines of police trucks parked up in the streets around the edges of the ring road; noted the water cannon; noted the morose expression of troops idly fingering weapons. The sense of waiting, a sense of foreboding. Rumours of tanks. Talk of an order to open fire.
Yet here were the people. A crowd so immense that its size could not accurately be measured – some said fifty thousand, possibly sixty, perhaps more. The trams had stopped running, no vehicle could move in the streets. The people had taken over the city. There were chants of “We are the people” and “An end to the bullying.” A placard demanded: Democracy now!
Erika, Anneliese and Renata nodded enthusiastic approval and moved on, anxious to cross the boulevard by the main station and link up with the fourth member of their group, Helmut, a signwriter by trade, the man with their prepared placards, waiting for them at their usual rendezvous.
Soon Erika had to lead the way, single file down the narrow streets leading to the centre of the old city. The usual flurry of bikes was missing. So were the cars. The owners of the Trabis and the Wartburgs had taken care to get them out of the city centre. Other things had also disappeared: the chairs, plant pots and umbrellas used by the pavement cafes. Most of the shops were closed in anticipation of trouble but a few brave bakeries had opened up, long queues snaking along the cobbles. It seemed to Erika that most of the city’s offices had closed for the day, their staff out on the streets. She glanced up to see the traffic lights uselessly changing from red to green and back to red.
The numbers were even greater in the old market square. Here, out of the three of them, only Erika was tall enough to see over an ocean of bobbing heads to the Renaissance masterpiece that was the old city hall. Momentarily, she marvelled, as she often did, at the height of the magnolia clock tower and vastness of the peppercorn roof.
“Anneliese!” A shout from a thin man with a bobbing Adam’s apple, one of her fellow teachers, this one still employed. “Just heard about State Security,” he said. “Honecker’s given them the order to fire.”
“Who says?”
A shrug. The febrile talk of the crowd, fearing the worst from their First Secretary. “Who knows?”
Erika began pushing for the arcade that led to the Arabischen, their favourite meeting place. Normally, they’d glory in its comfortable seediness and history as the country’s oldest coffee house, but today it was packed, both downstairs and up, standing room only even on the winding stairs. And there was no sign of Helmut.
“Not a good sign,” muttered Anneliese. “Let’s try the church.”
The trio pushed their way back to the square and across to the Thomaskirche, hub of the anti-regime protesters. Despite the cold, struggling through the crowd and over the cobbles was punishing work and Erika had worked up a fine sweat. She had on her warmest coat, a large black-and-white check pattern. She’d put it together using a sewing kit from a magazine. So had Anneliese, in a long white raincoat. It made them stand out from the crowd. Most people, like Renata, were in beige or brown anoraks.
Renata talked earnestly to a tall, lean man by the church entrance. He wore a leather cap and looked shifty, eyes scanning the crowd, checking for disguised watchers. He was shaking his head.
It was bad news. Helmut had been taken in the night. His placards had been just a little too visible to the Vopos, or the Stasi, no one knew quite which.
Grimly, the trio retraced their steps. How many more would be arrested this d

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