What a great read - couldn't put it down! This novel is wildly ambitious in that it ranges over several, disparate aspects of the conflict in Iraq and the theft of vast sums of money meant for reconstruction, from petty theft in the London suburbs to murder, fraud and skulduggery in the City. Spo...
Having read Michael Robotham’s Joe ‘O’Loughlin books our of order (I literally read Say You’re Sorry, the latest, first – and loved it – see earlier review), I found I didn’t enjoy this first in the series as much as I feel I probably should.Don’t get me wrong – this is a tautly written, gripping...
For a dozen years it has been this way – from the moment he first set eyes on Belita Ciera Vega and she slapped him hard across the face.Belita had been carrying a jug of water from the kitchen along a baking cement path to fill the water trough in a birdcage that held two African grey parrots. T...
says Dave. “You take after your father then.” Dave clears the table and pul s up chairs. I go through the story again. Ruiz then adds his thoughts, giving the presentation added gravitas. Meanwhile, Dave folds and unfolds a blank piece of paper. He wants to find a reason not to help us. “Maybe yo...
I say, making the introductions. “She's very dark.” “My parents were born in India,” explains Ali. “Hmmmphf!” I don't know why parents must embarrass their children. Maybe it's punishment for the mewling and puking and nights of broken sleep. “Where is the envelope, Daj?” “No, you talk to me firs...
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You think I sleep with men who buy me things. What does that make me, Joe? Is that what you think of me?’ ‘No.’ I sit on the bed next to her. She seems to flinch and move further away. The alcohol has hit my head, which is pounding. Through the open bathroom door, I barely recognise my own reflec...
Do you think she’d mind if you were dead?” “I hope she would.” The Courier takes the keys from Bernie and pushes him into the storeroom, hooking the padlock through the latch. He puts his mouth near the door. “What are you going to do if Hol y Knight contacts you again?” “I want nothing to do wit...
Victoria Naparstek has waited for me, sitting in silence in a police car, lost in her own thoughts. DCI Drury steps over the hoses and shakes water from the shoulders of his coat, pausing to study the house. The front two or three rooms have been completely gutted but the ...
He tries to call her but she’s not answering her mobile. There are police sirens in the distance. They sound like bleating lambs from this far away. Retracing his steps, Joe turns into Elgin Avenue, making sure his arms are swinging naturally in the same direction as the opposite foot. &nbs...