I came to this book having read Simon Kernick's more recent novel, 'Siege'. Similar to that book, this was an enjoyable read that didn't let up. It's a interesting format, where the narrative can change from first person format for one chapter focussing on a particular character; to third perso...
Accomplishes that which is not easy...Spins a complex plot, with some surprizes along the way... without leaving you feeling like you need to take notes.Also does a good job of avoiding the drab "first this happened, than this, then this..." structure. Tantalizing flash forwards, flash backs. Aga...
Great book! I stumbled across the audio version as I like Paul Thornley's narrations on some of the Stephen leather books and was very impressed. A lot of the scenes/phrases could have come straight from a Leather novel although Simon seems more focussed on a single plot; which I liked a lot. The...
When Dennis Milne--now living under an assumed identity in the Philippines--hears that his old friend and colleague Malik has been gunned down in a restaurant, he decides to go back to the violent city he once called home and bring the murderer to justice. Milne arrives in a pre-Christmas London ...
It's a typical cold November night and Detective Sergeant Dennis Milne, a very atypical policeman, waits in the Traveller's Rest Hotel parking lot for the arrival of three men. Cynical and jaded, Milne earns money on the side by doing what he does best: punishing the bad guys. But this time he's ...
The Murder ExchangeWhen ex-mercenary Max Iversson agreed to provide security for nightclub owner Roy Fowler, he never expected a bloodbath. Three men have been shot, the briefcase Iversson was guarding is empty…and now he wants to know why. So begins a dangerous hunt for answers that will take hi...
When Operation Surgical Strike, a police sting designed to catch Colombian drug traffickers in the act of selling a large consignment of cocaine to undercover police officers, goes horribly wrong, suspicion quickly falls on one of the police officers involved: "Stegs" Jenner. Stegs is no ordinary...
You wake up in a strange room on a bed covered in blood. You have no idea how you got there. Beside you is a dead girl. Your girlfriend. The phone rings, and a voice tells you to press play on the room's DVD machine. The film shows you killing your girlfriend. Then you're told to ...
The sound of the landline roused Tim Horton from an uneasy slumber. He sat up and for a couple of seconds wondered what he was doing in the dining room in the middle of the night with the lights on and Diane sat across the table opposite him. Then reality hit him like a single hard punch to the g...
She was no longer bothered about leaving behind evidence of her stay here, not after what had just happened. She was still on a high after knifing the old lady, even though it could potentially cause her problems. Celia had been DNA-tested before, and though she hadn’t left much evidence of her p...
Out the way!' The group scattered, but the kid on the ground sat up and tried to crawl away, and I was forced to jump over him, losing my footing as I landed back on the pavement and stumbling forward onto my hands and knees. Behind me I heard laughter, but I didn't have time to worry about that ...
Houghton 2198, South Africa Published 2006 by Bantam Press a division of Transworld Publishers Copyright © Simon Kerniek 2006 The right of Simon Kemick to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 198...
Malik hadn't seemed overly interested in what I had to say; even if he did believe me, there was no way Knox or Capper or anyone else was going to act on it. In the end, what was there to act on? Just the word of a disgraced police officer who was now on the run. It bother...
‘You did well. They are coming, yes?’ She nodded her head vigorously, the terror in her eyes obvious. ‘Yes. She said they would be here by half past seven. Please, can you let us go now? I have done everything you told me to, and my brother is very badly hurt.’ He was hurt too. In these kinds of ...
'Not to Neil Vamen it doesn't.' Once again, Berrin and I looked at each other. 121 This certainly put a new angle on the whole thing. The gentleman gangster. 'You're telling us she was Neil Vamen's girlfriend?' He nodded. 'That's what Shaun said.' 'Christ/ said Benin. 'No wonder he wanted it kept...
‘He’s not the sort to play practical jokes,’ she said fearfully. ‘Is he, Nick?’Nick shook his head, joining her at the bottom of the staircase. ‘Guy, it’s Nick. If you’re up there, come down right now please.’ His voice was loud and confident, but Ash had been with him long enough to detect a fai...
The rain had stopped completely now, leaving behind the smell of late summer foliage. He'd just finished paying the man from Autoglass, who'd put a new windscreen on the Jag, and he was pissed off. To have come so close to Hook – the man he'd been after for five years – and then lose him wasn't e...
Looking at it made her feel mildly pleased that gambling wasn't one of her vices. It wasn't that she wasn't interested. She just didn't dare place a bet, even on something like the Grand National, because she knew if she got a bit of beginner's luck and started winning, she'd probably never stop....
He was concerned at the risk he was taking, but intrigued too. He missed the danger of his old, long-ago life in the army, and the possibility of some kind of action – in whatever form it took – was a welcome prospect after months of painting walls and brooding. He’d kept his eye out driving past...
For a long, long time I lay under the covers, the knife next to me, listening for anything that sounded out of place, determined not to be caught out by the murderer. The bedroom door was locked, as was the window, but I still didn’t feel safe. Locks can be picked. If Charlie was the killer, he m...
This was Charlie’s upstairs study. I remembered it vaguely from the time I’d come with him for the weekend all those years ago, although the room had been much more cluttered then. Sitting on the desk facing me, arranged in a neat row and draped over a white beach towel, were the severed heads of...
the next day, I arrived at R.M. Keen’s Funeral Home for the Recently Bereaved, a mouthful if ever there was one. Set slightly back from the road in the attractive, leafy setting of Muswell Hill, it was definitely the sort of place you’d like your corpse to be stored before it went up in smoke. Th...
In a career of sailing close to the wind she’d been shot twice, kidnapped once, involved in cases that had led to the murders of both a colleague and a lover, and even killed violent murderers herself on two occasions (one case had officially been deemed an accident; the other, nobody but her kne...
One was registered in the company name and was used for official, above-the-board work; the other two were unregistered pay-as-you-go models for calls she didn’t want traced back to her. She was in the kitchen making her third coffee of the day, and contemplating making a trip to Camden to pick u...
The journey had been largely made in silence. All of us I think, even Cain, were shocked by the ferocity of what had just happened, and the fact that we’d left behind so many bodies. In my left hand, unseen by the others, I clutched the second GPS device Bolt had given me. I didn’t know whether t...