By Glen Cook
A sequence a long way prior to its time, now again in print
an individual else may have realized via now: whilst hassle comes knocking, don't open the door. yet there's a this is because Garrett's nonetheless within the P.I. enterprise in the end those years-he's no longer one to profit his classes. probably that's why he we could himself get roped into being a bodyguard for Kip Prose, an obnoxious child being threatened through creatures that can't particularly be defined. yet ahead of Kip Prose has an opportunity to give an explanation for what he's performed to get at the hit record of a few anonymous nasties, the precocious Prose is kidnapped, and the chase begins...
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Ebury was dead. I looked in on him at nine fortyfive. He was lying on the bed. ’ ‘Why didn’t Mr Staunton look in on Ebury? ’ ‘He had other duties to attend to. Like the police, Inspector, we are always short staffed and prisons are overcrowded. ’ Horton could see that was the truth, but he thought he’d push it a bit further. ’ Anston glared at him. Pulling himself up, he said sternly, ‘Ebury died of natural causes. ’ Horton smiled. ’ Dead Man’s Wharf 25 ‘There’s nothing in it. ’Anston pointed to a cardboard box.
That was possible but unlikely as far as Cantelli was concerned. ‘You worked with Crampton. ’ ‘Fair. A good detective and a good copper. He had a bit of bad luck while he was on the case. His boy got knocked down by a car. He wasn’t too badly injured, but I remember Crampton handed the case over to Jempson. By then Peter Ebury was in custody and the case more or less sewn up. Crampton died five years ago. Heart attack. ’ Cantelli looked troubled. ’ ‘He’s probably right then. ’ Horton scoffed, but he guessed Cantelli had other more personal and pressing things on his mind.
There were three telephone messages waiting for him. He dealt swiftly with one by ringing the person, another by throwing it in the bin, and then paused over the third. It was Mrs Collins again, insisting they investigate her son’s death. Daniel Collins had died in a road accident on Christmas Eve. He’d been drunk. No other vehicle had been involved. This was the third time she had rung. On the second occasion he had asked to see the incident report. It might have arrived by now and be buried on his desk somewhere.
Angry Lead Skies (Garrett Files, Book 10) by Glen Cook