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On the night Brian Bishop murdered his wife he was sixty miles away, asleep in bed at the time. At least that's the way it looks to Detective Superintendent Roy Grace, who is called in to investigate the kinky slaying of beautiful socialite, Katie Bishop. Grace soon starts coming to the conclusion that Bishop has performed the apparently impossible feat of being in two places at once. Has someone stolen his identity or is he simply a very clever liar? As Grace digs deeper behind the facade of the Bishops' outwardly respectable lives, it becomes clear that everything is not at all as it first seemed. Then he digs just a little too far, and suddenly the fragile stability of his own troubled, private world is facing destruction ...'Packed with sharp dialogue, an appealing cast and vivid cameos of the more sinister face of Brighton' The Times 'Very accomplished...I loved it' Observer
Utgivelsesår 2012
Format Heftet
ISBN13 9780330546003
EAN 9780330546003
Serie Roy Grace (3)
Genre Politi og detektiver Krim
Språk Engelsk
Sider 546
Utgave 1
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Roy Grace, Brighton
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Start en diskusjon om verket Se alle diskusjoner om verketLife must be lived forward, but it can only be understood backwards.
Time, he had come to realize, was one of the things you have plenty of in life when you have little else. He was time-rich. Near on a time billionaire.
'You know the best character trait to become a successful businessman?'
'Whatever it is, I wasn't born with it.'
'It's being a sosiopath. Having no conscience, as ordinary people know it.'
He wondered, sometimes, if he would make old bones. And what it would be like. To be retired, hobbling along, confused by the past, bewildered by the present and with the future mostly irrelevant. Or being pushed along in a wheelchair, with a blanket over his knees, another one over his mind.
All men lie. That's how they operate. If you want a longterm relationship with a man, you've got to understand it's going to be with a liar. It's in their nature - it's genetic, it's a bloody Darwinian acquired characteristic for survival, OK? They tell you what they want you to hear.
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