Mark and Bobbie Ware have the perfect life—a huge mansion, enough money to satisfy every conceivable need, and a delightful son of ten years of age.
But this all changes when a man disrupts that life by taking from it the single most important possession the family enjoys: its happiness.
With little hope they call on Private Investigator Sam Dyke to help regain their peace of mind. To do so he must confront and defeat an enemy whose high intelligence and will-power is dedicated to promoting the cause of the most deadly threat facing the world today—international terrorism.
If Sam fails, not only do the Wares lose everything they’ve worked for, but the global battle against terrorism in the Middle East will become almost impossible to win.
The book has sold nearly 200 copies since its publication last year, and is currently on the shortlist for the Chanticleer Reviews CLUE Award in the category of Private Eye (noir).
THE PHOTOS ON the wall didn’t do her justice. They’d caught the angled planes of her face and the deep colour of her eyes, blue as a Greek sea, but the camera lens couldn’t capture the elegance with which all the sundry parts had been put together—the ligatures, the smooth joints, the precision with which the neck connected collar-bone to jaw-line, the tension of the skin as it moved across the brow and down the cheek towards the delicate chin.
She was a marvel of genetic engineering.
Today her blonde hair was piled roughly on top of her head and she wore just a trace of pink lipstick. No ear-rings, just a wedding-ring on her finger. A simple white blouse and pale cream slacks. No ostentation. She didn’t need anything to draw attention to her physical presence—you couldn’t help but look.
And this was on a bad day.
I shook the pale hand she held towards me.
She said, ‘Mr Dyke, Roberta Ware. Everyone calls me Bobbie. So, can you help us?’
Mark Ware had stood up. He seemed diminished by her presence, as though his own life-force recognised a stronger being.
He said, ‘Mr Dyke thinks it would be best to tell the police.’
She looked me up and down. ‘That’s impossible. You read the note.’
‘But you still called me.’
‘I’m going out of my mind. I had to do something. If calling the police is all you can think of you’re no use to us. I’m sorry you came all this way.’
‘I said the police were the best solution to the problem. I didn’t say they were the only solution.’
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Translated by Milena Gimenes
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Author review: Milena was great to work with, and the translation she's produced is excellent and very well formatted. She worked very hard and produced the book in a very timely manner. I'd have no hesitation in recommending her. |
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Translated by Lawrence Loebe
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Author review: Lawrence was very quick to complete the job and very accurate in the translation. I have no hesitation in recommending him to translate your work. He was a pleasure to deal with, always upbeat and positive. |
