Sharman is coerced into assisting the drug squad in the seventh in the series Life as a private detective has proved too much for Nick Sharman, and when a chance run-in with a couple of young thugs secures him a job as a part-time barman, it looks as if he’s found a promising new occupation. Unfo...
Third in the Nick Sharman crime series, from the Spillane of Brit NoirIt starts when Nick Sharman's eye is caught by a woman in a fashionable West End store. She is young, beautiful, classy--and she is shoplifting. In a moment of gallantry, Sharman saves her from the indignity of being caught. Th...
I can’t remember everything, but what I do remember still comes back from time to time. I don’t have a choice of nightmares now. They’re always the same. I woke up in the ambulance, although I didn’t know it was an ambulance then. All I could see was a man’s face peering d...
No bells and whistles. No streamers, balloons and bunting hanging from the trees. Not even that old staple of a million films and TV shows, the best mate waiting in a flash car with a bottle of champagne, cigars, a change of clothes and two horny tarts up for anything. Jimmy didn't have a best ma...
I tried to turn my head and pain ran down the rod and I saw bright flashes of light behind my eyelids. I put my hand gingerly up to my eye and felt around. Nothing. Thank God, I thought, and opened my eyes, and wished I hadn’t, and shut them again, tight. I lay wherever I was for a few more minut...