If you like your private eyes/world weary hacks
a la Chandler - then this read is for you. A Marlowesque figure, Sam Ridley, is the hero of this traditional but entertaining thriller.
Extract
'Nice motor, Ridley.'
I unlocked the door 'I'd love to stay and chat, but I just don't have the time. You know how it is.'
Fitzgerald smiled 'What I have to say won't take long.' He was round the car in a trice. He grabbed me by the front of my shirt and slammed me against the wall. Then he punched me twice in the stomach ... I gagged and retched and tried to persuade my lungs to do the job they were designed for ...
