And Justice There is None
(Sprache: Englisch)
Notting Hill im Jahre 1960. Ein Serienkiller, Rassenunruhen und die russische Mafia halten Gemma Jones und Duncan Kincaid in Atem.
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Notting Hill im Jahre 1960. Ein Serienkiller, Rassenunruhen und die russische Mafia halten Gemma Jones und Duncan Kincaid in Atem.
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Award-winning author Deborah Crombie has elevated the modern mystery novel to new heights of human drama and multilayered suspense with her critically acclaimed tales of intrigue featuring Scotland Yard Detective Superintendent Duncan Kincaid and Sergeant Gemma James. In their latest outing, Kincaid and his former partner--and soon-to-be roommate--follow a twisting trail of rage and retribution whose buried roots are about to exact a deadly toll on the living.And Justice There is None
Gemma James is adjusting to professional and personal changes that include her eagerly sought promotion to the rank of inspector--and a future now intricately entwined with Duncan Kincaid. But her new responsibilities are put to the test when she is placed in charge of a particularly brutal homicide: The lovely young wife of a wealthy antiques dealer has been found murdered on fashionable Notting Hill.
Dawn Arrowood was six weeks pregnant. Her lover, Alex Dunn, a porcelain dealer in London s bustling Portobello Market, appears absolutely devastated by her death, but Gemma s the main focus of investigation is soon Karl Arrowood, who had the most powerful motive for killing his unfaithful wife. But this case sets off warning bells for Duncan: it s far too similar to an unsolved murder in which an antiques dealer was killed in precisely the same way and when the escalating violence claims yet another victim, he and Gemma find themselves at increasing odds with each other--as two separate investigations become linked in the most startling of ways. Their hunt for a killer will traverse the teeming stalls of the city s antiques markets to a decades-in-the-making vendetta of history and hatred that has been honed to a flawless, deadly point. To solve this case, Gemma and Duncan must walk a merciless razor s edge through a place where true justice will be a long time coming.
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Chapter OneAdmiral Sir Edward Vernon, with a small fleet of ships from the British Navy, captured the port [of Porto Bello] in 1739 . . . Bonfires were lit in all the major cities to celebrate the victory . . . streets and districts were named after Vernon and Portobello. Whetlor and Bartlett, from Portobello
He ran, as so many others ran, the black anorak protecting him from the mist, the reflective patches on his trainers gleaming as he passed under the street lamps. The pattern of the streets was etched in his mind, a living map. Down Portobello, under the motorway, past Oxford Gardens, once the site of Portobello Farm, then back up Ladbroke Grove, past the video shop and the Afro-Caribbean hairdressers, then into Lansdown Road with its whitewashed Victorian austerity. He imagined that the street s curve paralleled the track of the old racecourse that had crowned Notting Hill a hundred and fifty years ago; that his feet fell where the horses hooves had struck.
Now, Christmas lights twinkled in front gardens, promising a cheerful comfort he could not share. Other joggers passed him. He acknowledged them with a nod, a raised hand, but he knew there was no real kinship. They thought of their heart rates, of their dinners and their shopping, of home and children and the demands of the holiday on their bank accounts.
He ran, as the others ran, but his mind revolved in a rat s wheel of old things, dark things, sores that did not heal. Nor would they, he knew, unless he took the cleansing upon himself: There would be no justice unless he made it.
There, the spire of St. John s Church, rising disembodied above the mist-wreathed rooftops. The blood roared in his veins as he neared his destination; his breath came hard with the terror of it. But he could not turn away. All his life he had been moving towards this place, this night; this was who and what he was.
A woman with long, dark hair passed by him, her face in shadow. His heart quickened as
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it always did; it might have been his mother as he saw her in his dreams. Sometimes in his visions her hair twined round him, silken and cool, an elusive comfort. Every night he had brushed it with a silver-backed brush, and she had told him stories. Until she had been taken from him.
He ran, as the others ran, but he carried with him something they did not. History, and hatred, honed to a bright and blazing point.
Portobello took on a different character once the shops closed for the day, Alex Dunn decided as he turned into the road from the mews where he had his small flat. He paused for a moment, debating whether to go up the road to the Calzone s at Notting Hill Gate for a celebratory pizza, but it wasn t the sort of place one really wanted to go on one s own. Instead, he turned to the right, down the hill, passing the shop fronts barred for the night and the closed gates of the cafErun by St. Peter s Church. Bits of refuse littered the street from the day s traffic, giving it a desolate air.
But tomorrow it would be different; by daybreak the stallholders would be set up for Saturday market, and in the arcades, dealers would sell everything from antique silver to Beatles memorabilia. Alex loved the early-morning anticipation, the smell of coffee and cigarettes in the arcade cafes, the sense that this might be the day to make the sale of a lifetime. As he might, he thought with a surge of excitement, because today he d made the buy of his lifetime.
His step quickened as he turned into Elgin Crescent and saw the familiar facade of Otto s Café at least that was how the regulars referred to the place; the faded sign read merely Café. Otto did a bustling daytime business in coffee, sandwiches, and pastries, but in the evening he provided simple meals much favored by the neighborhood residents.
Once inside, Alex brushed the moisture from hi
He ran, as the others ran, but he carried with him something they did not. History, and hatred, honed to a bright and blazing point.
Portobello took on a different character once the shops closed for the day, Alex Dunn decided as he turned into the road from the mews where he had his small flat. He paused for a moment, debating whether to go up the road to the Calzone s at Notting Hill Gate for a celebratory pizza, but it wasn t the sort of place one really wanted to go on one s own. Instead, he turned to the right, down the hill, passing the shop fronts barred for the night and the closed gates of the cafErun by St. Peter s Church. Bits of refuse littered the street from the day s traffic, giving it a desolate air.
But tomorrow it would be different; by daybreak the stallholders would be set up for Saturday market, and in the arcades, dealers would sell everything from antique silver to Beatles memorabilia. Alex loved the early-morning anticipation, the smell of coffee and cigarettes in the arcade cafes, the sense that this might be the day to make the sale of a lifetime. As he might, he thought with a surge of excitement, because today he d made the buy of his lifetime.
His step quickened as he turned into Elgin Crescent and saw the familiar facade of Otto s Café at least that was how the regulars referred to the place; the faded sign read merely Café. Otto did a bustling daytime business in coffee, sandwiches, and pastries, but in the evening he provided simple meals much favored by the neighborhood residents.
Once inside, Alex brushed the moisture from hi
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Autoren-Porträt von Deborah Crombie
Deborah Crombie s Duncan Kincaid/Gemma James novels have been nominated for the Agatha, Macavity, and Edgar Awards. Dreaming of the Bones, the fifth novel in the series, was named one of the century s best mystery novels by the Independent Mystery Booksellers Association. She lives with her family in a small north Texas town, where she is at work on her next novel.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Deborah Crombie
- 2003, 416 Seiten, Maße: 10,6 x 17,4 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Bantam Books
- ISBN-10: 0553579304
- ISBN-13: 9780553579307
- Erscheinungsdatum: 20.06.2003
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for the Acclaimed Novels of Deborah CrombieA Finer End
Crombie has laid claim to the literary territory of moody psychological suspense owned by P. D. James and Barbara Vine. Superbly creepy and melodramatic.
--The Washington Post
Intricately layered.
--The New York Times
Splendid entertainment.
--Chicago Tribune
Kissed a Sad Goodbye
Atmospheric...absorbing...haunting.
--The Washington Post Book World
[Crombie] is writing in P. D. James territory, and she is a master.
--Associated Press
Dreaming of the Bones
Fascinating...multilayered.
--The New York Times Book Review
Dreaming of the Bones will make you cry and catch your breath in surprise.
--Chicago Tribune
A New York Times Notable Book
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