Now we are dead
av Stuart MacBride (forfatter).
HarperCollins 2017 Heftet
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She can't prove he did it. But she might die trying...
From the Sunday Times No.1 bestselling author of the Logan McRae series, comes a standalone spinoff featuring DS Roberta Steel.
Revenge is a dangerous thing
Detective Chief Inspector Roberta Steel got caught fitting up Jack Wallace that's why they demoted her and quashed his sentence. Now he's back on the streets and women are being attacked again. Wallace has to be responsible, but if Detective Sergeant Steel goes anywhere near him, his lawyers will get her thrown off the force for good.
The Powers That Be won't listen to her, not after what happened last time. According to them, she's got more than enough ongoing cases to keep her busy. Perhaps she could try solving a few instead of harassing an innocent man?
Steel knows Wallace is guilty. And the longer he gets away with it, the more women will suffer. The question is: how much is she willing to sacrifice to stop him?
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Forlag HarperCollins
Utgivelsesår 2017
Format Heftet
ISBN13 9780008260279
EAN 9780008260279
Serie Logan McRae (10.5)
Genre Politi og detektiver Krim
Omtalt sted Skottland
Språk Engelsk
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15:05, 17. august 2019 Ingen har det som favoritt.
In the rear-view mirror he looked bigger than he was. Blond, snubbed nose. Prominent ears. A bit more overbite than was healthy in a grown man.
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The houes stretched away to the left, hiding behind their own timber fences, but on the right it was nothing but fields bathing in the moonlight. Sinister grey shapes moved across the stubble, their eyes gleaming like jackals'. Sinister sheep. Sheeping sinisterly.
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