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Zusatztext Praise for Down Cemetery Road “Good characterization! dialogue and well-paced narrative make this confident first novel frighteningly plausible.” —The Daily Telegraph “[ Down Cemetery Road ] shifts from domesticity with violence and private detectives—initially seeming something like Kate Atkinson's detective novels in both the quality of the writing and the lightness of tone—to something like Christopher Brookmyre at his best . . . Herron is a major writer of considerable wit and talent.” — International Noir Fiction Praise for Mick Herron "Mick Herron never tells a suspense story in the expected way." —The New York Times Book Review "Stylish and engaging." —The Washington Post “A superb thriller . . . Herron may be the most literate! and slyest! thriller writer in English today.” Informationen zum Autor Mick Herron is a British novelist and short story writer who was born in Newcastle and studied English at Oxford. He is the author of the Slough House espionage series, four Zoë Boehm mysteries, and several standalone novels. His work has won the CWA Diamond Dagger for Lifetime Achievement in Crime Writing, the Gold Dagger for Best Crime Novel, the Steel Dagger for Best Thriller, the Theakstons Novel of the Year Award, the Barry award and the Ellery Queen Readers Award, and been nominated for the Macavity and Shamus awards. Slow Horses and Down Cemetery Road have both been adapted into Apple Original series. Mick is a fellow of the Royal Society of Literature. He currently lives in Oxford and writes full-time. Klappentext CWA Gold Dagger winner Mick Herron's debut novel introduces Sarah Tucker, whose search for a missing child unravels a murderous conspiracy. When a house explodes in a quiet Oxford suburb and a girl disappears in the aftermath, Sarah Tucker-a young married woman, bored and unhappy with domestic life-becomes obsessed with finding her. Accustomed to dull chores in a childless household and hosting her husband's wearisome business clients for dinner, Sarah suddenly finds herself questioning everything she thought she knew as her investigation reveals that people long believed dead are still among the living, while the living are fast joining the dead. What begins in a peaceful neighborhood reaches its climax on a remote, unwelcoming Scottish island as the search puts Sarah in league with a man being hunted down by murderous official forces.When he opened his eyes he expected to find all the light squeezed from the world, but no: he was alive still, strapped to a bed in a sterile room, angry red claws of pain scratching channels in his flesh. They have tied me down to keep me from shredding myself, he managed, in a moment of clarity. To prevent me ripping the skin from my bones, and not stopping until I’m dead. This was a good thought: it pretended they had his welfare in mind. But the pain remained, like being chewed by fire-ants, and even when he slept he felt it working in his dreams. In his dreams, he was back in the desert. His companions were dead soldiers, their meat dropping off their bones. The loudest thing in life was a helicopter. All around, the boy soldiers disintegrated; made puddles in the sand. Here, when he was awake, there were other noises to occupy him. Outside his room, he imagined a long corridor of swept tiles and white light; an echoey tunnel that carried sounds past his door, some of which lingered to mock his boredom. A dropped fork rattled in his mind for hours. He heard voices, too, a low mumble that never separated into language, and once he thought he heard Tommy; thought he recognized a man he knew in a noise mostly animal: a rising scream, cut off by a slammed door. Footsteps clattered into distance. Som...
