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David Mark
Original Skin - A Detective Sergeant Mcavoy Novel
Inglese · Tascabile
Pubblicazione il 27.05.2014
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Zusatztext 49551065 Informationen zum Autor David Mark has been a journalist for 15 years, including 7 years as crime reporter with Yorkshire Post in their Hull office. Original Skin is the second novel in the DS Aector McAvoy series. The first, The Dark Winter, was the author's fiction debut. Klappentext Half serial killer thriller, half gritty police procedural, Original Skin examines the imprints that our darkest sins leave upon us, and just how far we will go to keep them covered.“They weren’t here when I went to bed at midnight. Bold as brass when I got up at six a.m.” The man waves an arm, despairingly. “I mean, when did they turn up?” Detective Constable Helen Tremberg shrugs her shoulders. “Between midnight and six, I’m guessing.” “But they made no noise! And now listen! It’s bedlam. How did they not wake anybody up?” Tremberg has nothing to offer. “Perhaps they’re ninjas.” The man fixes her with a look. He’s in his late thirties and dressed for an office job. He has graying black hair and utterly style-free glasses. Something about his manner suggests to Tremberg that he is on a low-risk pension plan, and has a tendency to examine the contents of his handkerchief after blowing his nose. She fancies that after his second glass of wine, his sentences begin to start with the words “I’m not a racist, but . . .” He saw the travelers from his bathroom window as he was brushing his teeth. Saw, in his words, “the sheer pandemonium” and rang 999. He was not the first person on the leafy street overlooking the football field to do so, but he is the only one who has decided to get in Tremberg’s face about the situation. Until half an hour ago Tremberg had been looking forward to today. She has been pretty much deskbound since her return to work, unable to take part in even vaguely interesting operations until she completed her chats with the force psychologist and had her doctor sign the last of the seemingly endless forms promising that the slash wound to her hand has left no permanent damage. Tonight, all being well, she’s allowed back to the sharp end of policing, watching her boss, Trish Pharaoh, slap cuffs on the wrists of a gangland soldier and close down a drugs operation. She wants to be involved. Needs it. Has to show willing and prove she hasn’t lost her bottle. Wants to demonstrate to anybody who doubts it that nearly getting her throat cut by a serial killer has been laughed off and dealt with “old-school”—voided from her system with vodka and a good cry. “When will they be gone?” the man is asking her. “What are you going to do? This is a nice neighborhood. We pay our taxes. I’ve nothing against them, but there are places. There are sites! What are you going to do?” Tremberg doesn’t offer an answer. She has none. She does not want to talk to this man. She wants to get to work. She doesn’t want to be leaning against the goalposts of the playing fields that stitch the affluent villages of Anlaby and Willerby together. She feels like a goalkeeper watching a match take place at the opposite end of the pitch. “Should have stayed in the car,” she says to herself, and looks past the man to where the caravans are parked up, not far from the halfway line of the adjacent rugby pitch. Drinks in the pandemonium. Six caravans, four off-road cars, a Mercedes and three horse boxes, at least two generators, and, as far as she can see, a portable toilet. They are arranged in a loose semicircle around three floral-print sofas and a sun lounger on which a rapidly multiplying number of traveler women and children are sitting drinking tea, talking to uniformed officers, and occasionally shouting at the schoolchildren and bored motorists who have got out of their motionless cars to watch the commotion through the park railings. Like most of East Yorkshire, Tremberg is stuck here. Her car is a few streets back,...
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Autori | David Mark |
Editore | Penguin Books USA |
Lingue | Inglese |
Formato | Tascabile |
Pubblicazione | 27.05.2014, ritardato |
EAN | 9780142180914 |
ISBN | 978-0-14-218091-4 |
Pagine | 448 |
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