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The Brookmyre Collection
And his latest, release on 9th February - Be My Enemy
It was a junket, a freebie. A 'team-building' weekend in the highlands for lawyers, advertising execs, businessmen, even the head of a charity. Oh, and a journalist, specially solicited for his renowned and voluble skepticism - Jack Parlabane. Amid the flying paintballs and flowing Shiraz even the most cynical admit the organisers have pulled some surprises - stalkers in the forest, power cuts in the night, mass mobile phone thefts, disappearing staff, disappearing guests: there's nothing can bring out people's hidden strengths or break down inter-personal barriers quite like not having a clue what's going on and being scared out of your wits. However, when the only vehicular access for thirty miles is cut off it seems that events are being orchestrated not just for pleasure ... And that's before they find the first body. Thereafter, 'finding out who your colleagues really are' is not so much an end product as the key to reaching Monday morning alive.
Country of the Blind
The murder of a media mogul in his country mansion appears to be the result
of him disturbing a gang of would-be thieves. The robbers are swiftly caught,
but when they are unexpectedly moved to a different prison they escape.
Back in Edinburgh, a young solicitor reveals to the press that one of the
subjects had left a letter with her some time before the break-in which proves
his innocence. Jack Parlabane, journo-extraordinaire, is intrigued, but when he
approaches the lawyer he discovers someone else is trying to get near her -
someone with evil intent, political connections of the highest order and a
corrupt agenda.
Quite Ugly One Morning
Yeah, yeah, the usual. A crime. A corpse. A killer. Heard it. Except this
stiff happens to be a Ponsonby, scion of a venerable Edinburgh medical clan, and
the manner of his death speaks of unspeakable things. Why is the body displayed
like a slice of beef? How come his hands are digitally challenged? And if it's
not the corpse, what is that awful smell?
A post-Thatcherite nightmare of frightening plausibility, QUITE UGLY ONE MORNING
is a wickedly entertaining and vivacious thriller, full of acerbic wit, cracking
dialogue and villains both reputed and shell-suited. It is also (according to a
recent paper) to be made into a TV program - can't wait!!
