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Mystery/Suspense
ISBN-10: 153006791X
Pages: 388
Copyright: February 23, 2016
ISBN-13: 9781530067916
Price: $5.49 (eBook)
Ian Gidman's debts are growing by the month, and there's nothing he can do about it. His partner is favourably inclined towards some serious financial misappropriation at Ian's expense and, like a twig in a raging torrent, Ian's life is spun around by events beyond his control. Just as he thinks the situation is improving, his former partner goes on the offensive once again and it seems that, even when he's thousands of miles away, Ian can't shake off his adversary. Meanwhile there's a ten million pound embezzlement going on, right under everyone's noses. But who's pulling the strings and orchestrating events? It has the feel of a lady's hand.
Ian Gidman's debts are growing by the month, and there's nothing he can do about it. His partner is favourably inclined towards some serious financial misappropriation at Ian's expense and, like a twig in a raging torrent, Ian's life is spun around by events beyond his control.
Just as he thinks the situation is improving, his former partner goes on the offensive once again and it seems that, even when he's thousands of miles away, Ian can't shake off his adversary. Meanwhile there's a ten million pound embezzlement going on, right under everyone's noses. But who's pulling the strings and orchestrating events? It has the feel of a lady's hand.
Excerpt
“I started at five, but Tweedle didn’t even move – got to four, and he just pulled on his fag – three, and he blew smoke at me – two, and his eyes lit up, like the cavalry had come over the hill – one and the bloody lights went out.”
“What? You mean someone turned them out?”
“Not quite, this bastard woman chucked a rug over my head and just took the gun away, calm as you like.”
“What bastard woman?” Dave asked, wide eyed.
Ian laughed, but it was a moping laugh of resignation. “No idea who she was, old son. Tall bird. Legs right up to her bum. When I got the rug off my head, she just stood there, behind me, bollock naked and pointing your gun in my face.”
“Bollock naked?”
“Bollock naked. She was a good-looker, I can tell you. Mid twenties, long dark hair, good tits, slim.”
“And pointing a Browning in your face.”
“Exactly.”
“And then what? Why didn’t she call the police or whatever?”
“I’ve no idea, old mate. She even knew who I was – called me Ian, straight away.”
“What did she say to you? What did Tweedle do?”
“Tweedle sat calmly watching everything. It was like he was in a dream. Didn’t say a single word – just had a silly grin on his face. The girl took the syringe off him and put it on the table.”
“Are you sure he wasn’t drunk?”
Ian drained his glass, savouring the taste and smell of the hops. “Fairly certain. It was something else, Dave. I thought about it afterwards and wondered if it was drugs.”
“What? Tweedle?”
“Well, when Snaefell Homes collapsed, and Sean put pressure on him, it was because he’d found out that Tweedle was buying drugs from George Riley. Sean threatened Tweedle that he’d shop him to the police.”
“What? George Riley as in… er… George Riley?”
“The same. Anyway, Sean didn’t think that Tweedle was buying them for himself, but maybe he was wrong – maybe he was. I’d always assumed they were for Ron Scott, but I’m beginning to wonder now.”
“Jesus, boss, what an evening. Do you want another pint?”
Ian straightened his shoulders, which had become hunched during the conversation. He tried to straighten his thoughts, but couldn’t. “Yeah, go on, why not?”
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