“The best detective novel I have read in the last year.” – Amabel
“Sex, drugs, murder. What’s not to like!” – Linda
Jack Kreeger has one simple question, who kidnapped his son?
Jack would pay anything to get Tony free. And he can. Jack’s rich. Very rich. He owns one of the last independent gambling casinos in the West End of London with a car park full of Rollers every night. Classy, but maybe not so clean. It’s a world of glamorous corruption where sex is expensive and life is cheap. And the players think the rules simply don’t apply.
Jack can pay, but whoever has Tony isn’t after money. They want a certain notebook created by Jack’s deceased lifelong friend and business partner Ronnie Miller that details the drug dealing at the casino. The names of A-listers , politicians, members of the bench who get their scores and whores via a hoodlum who pimped his girls from the place.
The notebook also details Ronnie’s connection with a drug dealing blackmailer with a female enforcer who doesn’t like men. If she wants information she hangs them naked upside by their ankles and hits them where it hurts with electric shocks. And where is the notebook they so desperately want that they’d kidnap for. And even kill?
And who is they? The pimp? The blackmailer?
“Graham Burlem’s writing is fast, pithy, sometimes surprisingly witty. His novels career from one plot point to the next and are carefully plotted. They are very easy to read.” – Aranzazu
I zigzagged between road and pavement. The car was now just feet away. I flattened myself against a shop doorway in desperation and because of no other option. There was a loud crunch as it took a large piece of the wooden frame away, then a clang from the bumper coming off the kerb, then an even louder sound from the clutch grating. The engine stalled. There were two attempts to restart it that failed. The third succeeded. The wheels whirred trying to grip the asphalt, then engaged reversing the car to give it space to come at me again. In the meantime I’d managed to run a further few yards. I got to a pavement electric junction box and crouched behind it, too some deep breaths. Then a few more. Rested my arms on top of it, with my hands around the butt of the snub-nose. I fired once at the passenger side while trying to see who was driving. But the triplex windscreen shattered in a cobweb of glass.
“Once again Eddie Sutton is called in to sort things out; from the start we are drawn into a maelstrom of intrigue and skulduggery, interwoven with unexpected shards of wit and unforeseeable twists in the plot – leading to an unforgettable finale” – Amazon Customer
About the Author
He left school at 15 without any qualifications and after a series of dead-end jobs went into estate agency in Islington. He opened his own agency in the mid-80’s.
Graham has written a number of award winning short stories and, now that he has retired, he concentrates full time on writing novels.
“I decided that I would just sit back and enjoy the book, and let the story unfold so that I could learn the identity of the kidnapper the way the author intended. And I am so glad I did! I didn’t see the twist when the big reveal occurred – never even entered my mind that it could enter the way it did. Which is a good thing! I look forward to reading more from this author,” – BookLover6514