title: A Journey of Days
author:  Guy Thatcher 
description: Guy Thatcher served in the Canadian regular armed forces from 1955 to 1980 as a tank officer, helicopter pilot, anti-tank missile instructor, and computer analyst, serving in Germany, Belgium, Cyprus, Texas, and Alabama, as well as at various bases in Canada. He then pursued a second career for a further twenty-five years as a management consultant, working primarily in the field of facility planning and management. He holds a degree in Computing and Information Systems from Queen s University in Kingston, Ontario, is a Fellow of the International Facility Management Association and is a lifetime Certified Management Consultant. He developed and taught postgraduate courses in Information Management for Facility Professionals at Michigan State University, delivered worldwide over the Internet. He has written or contributed to several business books and workshop manuals. He continues to teach in the Caribbean, successfully combining work and pleasure.<br /><br />He continues to be married to Carroll Thatcher, with whom he has four grown children and one new grandson, clearly the most beautiful baby in the world. For the past seventeen years, he has been a home support volunteer for the Hospice at May Court. He skis, travels as much as he can, gardens, scuba dives (occasionally), reads voraciously--mostly history and science--, square dances, teaches, and plays a truly dreadful game of golf.<br /><br />All of this, however, has nothing to do with the walk he took across Spain . . . or perhaps it has everything to do with the walk he took across Spain. He lives in Ottawa, Canada, and you can contact him at journeyofdays@yahoo.ca.
zlib_text: > GUILTY CONSCIENCES
  
  > A DCI THATCHER YORKSHIRE CRIME THRILLER
  
  > OLIVER DAVIES
  
  > CONTENTS
  
  >  _Prologue_
  
  >  _Chapter 1_
  
  > 2\. _Thatcher_
  
  > 3\. _Thatcher_
  
  > 4\. _Thatcher_
  
  > 5\. _Thatcher_
  
  > 6\. _Thatcher_
  
  > 7\. _Mills_
  
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  > 15\. _Mills_
  
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  > 17\. _Thatcher_
  
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  > 22\. _Mills_
  
  > 23\. _Thatcher_
  
  > 24\. _Thatcher_
  
  > 25\. _Billie_
  
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  > 27\. _Thatcher_
  
  > 28\. _Thatcher_
  
  >  _Epilogue_
  
  >  _A Message from the Author_
  
  > > PROLOGUE
  
  AUTUMN WAS on its way in. All around the city, the trees were starting to turn
  yellow and orange, the hubbub of the warm summer faded as tourists dwindled
  and children returned to school. October was a dreary month, more so this
  year, as several weeks ago, I’d had a call from the hospital. Elsie was
  unwell. I’d paid he