Jack Quintel is a hit man. When a job comes in to kill the Deputy Chief Constable of the Greater Manchester Police Jim Reedly, he contracts it out to a new guy, Charlie Parker. Watching in the shadows, Quintel sees Parker shoot out Reedly’s windscreen, then drag him into the woods and thinks the job’s been done. But when Parker tries to pass off a pig’s heart as Reedly’s, things start to go very wrong. Jack’s right hand man Jason kills Charlie, who it turns out is an undercover police officer.
Detective Vinnie Palmer is with the Preston police. He was called in when they received the information about the impending hit. Now he has to figure out how to clean up the mess. And he wants whoever killed Parker bad. He finds the man who put Parker in touch with Quintel, a low life hood named Dempter, living in an estate in Preston. He doesn’t know much, but motivated by money, agrees to be an informant for the police.
Christine Jones is a TV reporter. She and Vinnie had worked together before, chasing a serial killer. They meet again at the warehouse where Charlie was killed, and realise their relationship could be more than professional. But first, Christine wants to know what’s happening. Vinnie agrees to keep her in the loop.
Meanwhile, Christine is working on a documentary about positive discrimination against non-Catholic officers in Northern Ireland since the peace process. She makes contact with a former police officer in Northern Belfast named Paul Bury, who feeds her some of the information she needs.
Meanwhile, as the bodies start to pile up in Preston, there’s another attempt on Reedly’s life, when a grenade is thrown at him at his brother in law’s funeral. As Vinnie fights to keep Reedly alive, suddenly Christine’s life is in danger. And they both start to wonder if the contract against Reedly has anything to do with her documentary on Northern Ireland. But how could it?
Filled with twists and turns and gritty detail, this is must read for crime fans everywhere.
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It was almost dark as Quintel arrived at his industrial unit; its brickwork looked even more orange than normal in the mixture of illumination cast from the last seepage of the sun’s glow, together with the strengthening glare of the street lamps. A contact had taken out a short-term lease on the two-storey building on his behalf. It had a workshop on the ground floor with three offices above. Quintel had only used it for a couple of days and now Reedly was dead, he didn’t plan to hang around. It was situated at the rear of the small modern industrial estate and was far enough away from its nearest neighbour so as to ensure privacy. Quintel had parked his hire car in front of another unit 100 metres away. There was no CCTV at this point according to his man, Jason, and in any event he wouldn’t be returning to the motor. It had been hired a few days earlier by his contact on a nicked driving licence, and he’d always worn gloves when using it. His contact would return it to the hirer tomorrow as arranged.
Jason was the one person he trusted, a brutish man who had worked with Quintel for years. His name didn’t fit his character. As he approached the front doors Jason was there to greet him.
‘Any problems, Boss?’
‘Sweet, all done.’
‘Sound, though I was hoping for a head shot – more dramatic.’
‘He do him in the chest?’
‘I guess so; he never got the chance to get out of his motor, just slumped forward.’
‘Sounds like a pro, central body mass – bigger target. Heads are easy to miss.’
Quintel just nodded as he entered the building and passed Jason, he knew what he’d said was right; he’d have just loved more of a show.
Thirty minutes later, Quintel was behind a desk in the largest of the three offices with Jason stood next to him. On the desk was a briefcase with 10,000 pounds in it in used notes. The door opened and Charlie walked in, holding a plastic carrier bag.
My name is Roger A. Price a crime fighter turned crime writer. I used to right the wrongs but now I write the wrongs. Ok, enough with the puns, but I do love language and playing with it, I guess all writers do.
I spent over thirty years in the police retiring as a detective inspector in charge of a covert undercover drugs unit which achieved national acclaim. I served on various units and squads and saw service across the UK, Europe and beyond. I can’t write about those events but I can base my crime fiction writing from my many experiences of them. Some of which were good, some not so good.
My first two novels are in the ‘Burrows and Lee’ series; ‘By Their Rules’ and ‘A New Menace’ and chart the adventures of Jane Lee and John Burrows in their work for the secretive ‘Special Projects Unit’ where they take on the bad guys with no rules of engagement.
‘NEMESIS’ is the first in the new ‘Badge and the Pen’ series which follows the fortunes of detective inspector Vinnie Palmer who finds an unlikely ally in TV news reporter Christine Jones, as they chase common threats but from very different agendas. This book was an Amazon Bestseller for a while in Canada and Australia and has received rave reviews in the UK.
‘VENNGEANCE’ is the second outing for Vinnie and Christine in the ‘Badge and the Pen’ series where they both face the most unlikely of threats, as they race to save lives.
I have also had a couple of short stories published and am trying to write for TV whilst currently also working on my next Badge and the Pen novel.