Caper stories live and die by two things 1) the story and 2) the characters, this book has great characters...but the story kinda let the characters down in what could have been a fun art heist caper book to becoming a somewhat entertaining caper book with a resolution that was unearned and leave...
Charlie is a retired thief turned crime novelist who is forced by a mysterious blonde to return to his nefarious ways, only this time he will be breaking into a Venetian mansion to return an item, rather than steal one. Complications ensue.Like one of the earlier reviewers, I picked up this book ...
He emerged into fierce heat and white light and the smell of jet fuel and scorched rubber, tramping down the wheel-away steps, pacing towards the terminal building. Then there came the long, air-conditioned walk to passport control, the anxious wait to queue and pass throu...
It stood to reason that Scott would be the most difficult kill. You had so much to learn. And there was a great deal of pressure, because without a solid, squared-away beginning, there could be no follow-up – no Rachel. Killing her and getting away with it greatly increase...
“The American is dead,” he announced. “You’d better get me a lawyer then,” I told him. “One who speaks English, preferably.” When he arrived, it turned out my lawyer actually was English. He told me his name was Henry Rutherford and that he’d been sent on behalf of the British Embassy. Rutherford...
Alain led Trent towards it via the entrance hall and a door that was set into the wall behind the sweeping staircase and the prancing horse statuettes. It was vast and impressive. The units looked to be handmade and they were fitted with white granite countertops that were conspicuously empty asi...
The broken sunglasses were tucked inside my sling and I was clenching the mobile phone in my hand. The casing of the mobile was damp and coated in mud and pine needles. I was afraid it would buzz again before I got to Rebecca and I didn’t know how to react if it did.I was sure the sunglasses and ...
The bath was empty. No water. No floating corpse. Not even a ring of bath scum or a wayward hair caught up in the plughole.I checked behind the bathroom door. The robe and the pink leotard were no longer hung up on the floor. They weren’t on the hook behind the door, either. They’d vanished along...
the Mancunian told me.“I’m sorry,” I croaked. “Do you have any water?”His eyes narrowed. “This some kind of a trick?”“No trick,” I said, and coughed again.The pendant seemed to be stuck in my throat. I was pretty sure it wasn’t. In fact, I was pretty sure it was on its way down to my gut already....
I barely dozed. And as I thrashed around in bed, growing grumpier and more resentful all the while, my drowsy brain fired questions at me that I couldn’t begin to answer. The questions multiplied. So did my concerns. It didn’t do a lot to improve my mood. But it was a wonderful way of becoming ag...
To this end, I’d spent many hours at the planning stage, breaking down Faulks’ strengths and then using those components to build an adversary who was more powerful in every department. I ended up with the character of Don Giovanni, a seven-foot-tall, six-teen-stone Mafia godfather with a network...