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Jack Shaftoe is a detective sergeant involved in the usual eclectic mix of murder, drugs and corruption. His dubious investigation methods see him persuaded to leave the London Met. and transfer to his home city of Newcastle. While trying to save his marriage and keep an affair with a female detective constable private, an apparent suicide quickly turns into a suspected murder. With dogged determination and forensic clues, he and his mistress unravel a frightening plot that could lead to drastic consequences on a world scale. His wife, an investigative journalist is desperate for the story of the century. Only a priest, through the confessional, knows the truth and full implications and, bound by the edicts of his church, remains silent. Shaftoe needs him to break his vows and is prepared to use any method to do so.
Darcey Anderson crouched in the bushes trying hard to be invisible. She hoped the man in the pickup truck wouldn't see her but held the small, silver-plated revolver ready as insurance. Two innocent people had already been murdered. She was determined she wouldn't be the third. How did she get here? It was only a few days ago that she was working in her San Francisco office. When her mother called asking for help, Darcey hadn't hesitated to fly home to northwest Louisiana. Now she was fighting for her life. Where was her mother? Was she still alive? Where was Trent Marshall? The man Sheriff Jack Blake called the best investigator he ever knew had led the search for a long lost fortune. Finding it would clear Darcey's family name. But was he still alive? Would he arrive in time to save her from the man circling the parking lot? Darcey clutched the revolver and prayed.
Darcey Anderson stared at the lights of Juneau reflecting off the water of Gastineau Channel. She saw none of the beauty of Alaska's capital city. In her mind, she still was looking at the body of her husband, Trent Marshall, lying bleeding on the deck of the yacht. His father's friend, Robert Monk, covered Trent's body with his own, the small, semiautomatic handgun searching for a target. Captain Hannigan, skipper of the Nanuq, knelt beside the old man with his own weapon, joining Monk in seeking the shooter who had brought down their friend.
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