Dalziel and Pascoe are watching what is supposedly a siege situation in a building flagged by the anti-terrorism unit. A suspect with a gun has been seen by a well-known incompetent PC. Dalziel decides to investigate closer and the building blows up. Ending up on life support in hospital, his chances of survival are very slim … and I’m not telling you if he lives or dies, suffice to say this is a real page-turner, gripping and un-put-downable.
Comparison: Peter James, Ian Rankin, Peter Robinson.
Can it be true? Has the Fat Man really sung?
Caught in a huge Semtex explosion, it seems the only thing preventing Superintendent Andy Dalziel from stepping through Death's door is his size – and sheer bloody-mindedness.
While Andy lies in a coma, an injured DCI Pascoe works to uncover what he feels sure is a conspiracy, despite the security services believing the blast was an accident in which the terrorists blew themselves up.
Who, then, are the mysterious Knights Templar, bringing the war in Iraq back home with their gruesome acts of vengeance? What have they got to do with a best-selling novelist, a beautiful temptress and a hit-and run on Yorkshire CID's most inept officer? And, most importantly, will Dalziel ever wake up to hear the truth..?
|Publication date:||25th June 2009|
|Primary Genre||Thriller and Suspense|
Closing date: 07/11/2021
‘Hill at his best is a masterly storyteller, and he is at his best here… he always handles the big action scenes with authority and perfect timing… addictive…brilliant’ Spectator
‘Hill is a masterful writer, quirky and intelligent and his characters are drawn with a depth rare in crime fiction. And astonishingly, 21 books into the Dalziel and Pascoe saga, I have yet to feel he’s repeating himself’ The Times
‘Hill keeps us in suspense throughout the entire book… it's a gripping read which displays Hill's brilliant characterization and dialogue and his skilful plot structure’ Sunday Telegraph
Reginald Hill was born in 1936 in Hartlepool in the North-East of England. At the time his father was a professional footballer playing for Hartlepool United, but Reg says he never took to the round ball game, much preferring rugby which actively encouraged the drinking of beer both before and after (and sometimes during) the game. When he was three his family moved to Cumbria, where Reginald spent his entire childhood before going off to Oxford University and eventually becoming a teacher. A teller of tales from his earliest years, Reg had his creative epiphany aged seven when he discovered people ...More About Reginald Hill