For Frank Pagan of Scotland Yard, it begins with the daylight murder of a Russian at crowded Waverley Station, Edinburgh, Scotland. From that moment on, Pagan's life becomes an ever-darkening nightmare, as he follows the thread of a brutal murder everyone wants to forget. With the help of Kristi...
Detective Lou Perlman returns to Glasgow's dark underbelly in the atmospheric new crime thriller from the acclaimed author of The Bad Fire and The Last Darkness. When a young Asian entrepreneur dies in a suspicious fall from his high-rise apartment and an Indian kindergarten teacher is gunned dow...
The assassin Jig was gaining a tremendous reputation as an IRA killer who never missed and who was never seen. It is the of Frank Pagan to catch him. Soon, though, another, stronger terror presents itself and Pagan and Jig find they must work together to destroy it.
Reading certainly offers more than just good stories and interesting characters. Some examples might be history lessons, moral and social issues and geography. Campbell Armstrong gives the reader a generous helping of what it is like in Glasgow, Scotland in December: wet, very cold, experiencin...
Eddie Mallon komt thuis als zijn vader Jackie is vermoord. Eddie was nog een kind toen zijn familie in tweeën scheurde. Zijn moeder nam hem mee naar de Verenigde State; zijn zus Joyce bleef in Glasgwo bij haar vader, de charmante, maar wrede Jackie Mallon. De muur die de plaatselijke politie optr...
This book is a mystery. There is no question about it. From the very beginning you are taken on a wild ride by the author, into a gray area that begins in the sixties and might as well end with a drug-induced hallucination. The mystery itself is that bizarre. But it is thoroughly enjoyable. ...
Frank Pagan is escorting the deadly terrorist, Gunther Ruhr, known as the Claw, when members of Ruhr's gang attacks the convoy and violently free the terrorist. Pagan is left close to death but with an intense determination to recapture Ruhr or see him dead.
The city finally edged into darkness. Lights burned in the high towers of commerce as cleaning crews swept through, or ambitious executives toiled after-hours in the hope of promotion and bigger offices. I took the lock of Sondra’s hair from the breast pocket of my jacket and held it in the close...
He sat up—conscious of the dawn sunlight coming into the bedroom, the sky beyond the window cloudless and blue and unspoiled—and picked up the receiver, fumbling it in his sleepiness. He expected to hear his mother. She was given to the eccentric habit of making calls at odd hours from wherever s...
A fresh morning, a March sun that had all the suspect vitality of a counterfeit coin newly minted; but somewhere there was spring, a sense of renewal. Of all the English seasons, Dubbs found spring the saddest. What else but rebirth could remind you so forcibly of the running down of your own sea...
He checked the room, a hangover-like blur. He’d taken out his contacts and couldn’t remember where he’d left them. The pain in his shoulder throbbed, what an effort to get up. He opened a drawer in the sideboard and groped for his old Buddy Holly glasses and felt weird wearing them again, like a ...
He was still unavailable. She left a message to say she’d called, then decided to phone Rhees. She watched traffic slide past and wondered if Anthony Dansk was nearby, if he’d really followed her downtown and seen her going inside the Federal Building, if he was following her still. Watching her ...