The Trespasser
He read the suicide story twice against the racket of steel blades grinding single estate beans. Something rankled. There was a prolonged and dangerous-sounding hissing, and a solitary stream of espresso poured into a white cup. Edward Fellowes jumped from the bridge late on Thursday night. But there were any number of bridges along the Tyne, why w
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‘I’m serious. Why don’t you do your job and focus on working the murders in that hotel? On a case you can actually solve.’ ‘So you think I can solve it?’ ‘Well, if anyone can, it’s the man I was married to. He was almost as good a copper as he was a dancer and he was one hell of a dancer.’ Alex stood up, smiling as she moved across to stand close b
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Silence held for several minutes, in the darkness of the coupé’s interior, and then the detective’s harsh voice put a sceptical question: “And who are these certain parties that want her out of the way?” “Be yourself!” Scuttle Zeipp admonished him. “I’m laying down on ’em, right enough, but I ain’t feeding ’em to you.” “What are you giving me all t
... See moreDashiell Hammett • Detective Stories: Dashiell Hammett Collection
“I’m wondering why you seem so calm about this. Why having a dead body in your driveway doesn’t seem to rattle you. It would freak out most people.” “At my age, Officer, nothing much freaks me out anymore.” One side of her mouth twitches up. She has a finely tuned bullshit meter, and it’s telling her I’m not giving her the whole story, but she’s no
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