““Twenty-seven years, Colin Hilliard thought, buttoning his suit as he strode out from under the cover of Balmoral’s carriage porch—the early afternoon sun shining down on the Commander’s snow-white hair. That was how long he’d been with the Met’s Protection Command, guarding first the palace at Buck House—as it was colloquially known—then the Royal Family itself. Nearly half his life. He’d been on Her Majesty’s personal detail for twelve years, its ranking officer for the last five. The Glock 17 dug uncomfortably into his side as he moved, a reminder of the realities of his work as he glanced back toward the castle—its main keep looming large behind him, the walls thick and solid, constructed of Invergelder granite. Relic of an England gone by””
