By Benjamin Black
A brand new mystery from the Booker Prize–winning and Edgar-nominated writer of Christine Falls and The Silver Swan John Glass's lifestyles in long island might be lots cozy. he is given up his profession as a journalist to put in writing a licensed biography of his better half's father, communications multi-millionaire and previous CIA agent tremendous invoice Mulholland. He works in a huge workplace in Mulholland Tower, rent-free, and is going domestic (most nights) to his filthy rich and well-preserved spouse, Wild Bill's daughter. He misses his previous existence occasionally, yet all in all issues have became out well.But whilst his shifty younger researcher--a guy he calls "The Lemur"--turns up a few unflattering information regarding the family members, Glass's complete effortless lifestyles is threatened. Then the younger guy is murdered, and it truly is as much as Glass to determine what The Lemur knew, and who killed him, sooner than any secrets and techniques come out--and prior to the other our bodies appear.Shifting from Nineteen Fifties Dublin to modern big apple, the masterful crime author Benjamin Black returns during this standalone thriller--a tale of kinfolk secrets and techniques so deep, and so harmful, that any one may perhaps kill to maintain them hidden.
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Now he was nodding that long narrow head of his. Glass could see it clearly in his mind, the lips pursing up, the little blond goatee wobbling, those starting eyes furiously agleam. “Right. ” The line went dead. That day thirty years before, when Glass and Louise had first met at John Huston’s house, St. Clerans, in Connemara, the director had taken him for a walk after lunch. By then Big Bill and his daughter had left—the Atlantic wind was still in her hair, Glass caught the coolness of it when she passed him by going out—and Glass, too, was anxious to be on his way, for he had a deadline to meet.
The rain had stopped and the street was steaming under watery sunlight. He walked back to the office, the chill of early spring striking at him through the light stuff of his jacket. He was thinking of Dylan Riley, picturing him in some Village loft hunched over his machines, the screens throwing their nocturnal radiance onto his face and printing their images on the shiny dark ovals of his eyes. It was to be a week before Glass would hear from him again, and then he would learn how sharp and penetrating was the Lemur’s bite.
Her gaze was as blank as the face of her son’s expensive watch, with a myriad unseen, infinitely intricate movements going on behind it. ” “I’m going out to smoke a cigarette,” he said. The rain had stopped and the street was steaming under watery sunlight. He walked back to the office, the chill of early spring striking at him through the light stuff of his jacket. He was thinking of Dylan Riley, picturing him in some Village loft hunched over his machines, the screens throwing their nocturnal radiance onto his face and printing their images on the shiny dark ovals of his eyes.
The Lemur by Benjamin Black