The Harvest Man
A novel of Scotland Yard's Murder Squad
(Sprache: Englisch)
From the bestselling author of The Yard, a shocking new thriller about Scotland Yard's Murder Squad.
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From the bestselling author of The Yard, a shocking new thriller about Scotland Yard's Murder Squad.
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Scotland Yard s Murder Squad and Jack the Ripper return, in the extraordinary new historical thriller from the bestselling author of The Yard and Red Rabbit.In The Devil s Workshop, London discovered that Jack the Ripper was back, sending the city and Scotland Yard s Murder Squad into chaos. But now it is even worse. Not only is the Ripper still at large, but so is another killer just as bad.
For Inspector Walter Day, it has been a difficult time. His wife has given birth to twins, his hostile in-laws have come to stay, and a leg injury has kept him at his desk. But when the Harvest Man begins killing, carving people s faces off their skulls, the Yard knows they need Day in the field.
Not so Sergeant Nevil Hammersmith. Rash actions have cost him his job, but that doesn t stop his obsessive hunt for the Ripper. When the mutilated bodies of prostitutes start turning up again, Hammersmith enlists the help of a criminal network to stop Saucy Jack, his methods carrying him further and further from the ideals of the Yard, so far in fact that he may never be able to find his way back.
Of course, the Ripper s been playing a game with him with Walter Day, as well. He is pushing both of them to their limits, and what happens when they get there . . . no one can say.
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NightMother and Father were sharing a bed. The Harvest Man hesitated in the open bedroom door, staring down at his bare feet, his face flushing scarlet beneath the plague mask. Mother and Father had always slept in separate rooms. He was certain of it. But perhaps their habits had changed over time. That made perfect sense. If they had remained the same, he felt sure he would have found them long ago.
Mother stirred in her sleep and the Harvest Man finally moved. He wasn t ready for her to wake up. He uncorked a bottle of ether and placed a folded face cloth over the rim, tipped the bottle up and held it until cold liquid soaked through to his fingers. He set the open bottle on the floor next to the doorjamb, where he knew the liquid would silently turn to gas.
Everything always changing. Things disappearing without a trace.
He moved forward in slow motion, keeping his head and shoulders straight up and down, only bending at the knees. He made no sound. Mother stirred again, rolled onto her back, and the Harvest Man moved around the foot of the bed to her side. He preferred to deal with Father first. Father was bigger and stronger and, if he woke early, he always caused trouble. But Father was snoring and Mother was moving, on the verge of waking. Better to tend to her.
He knelt by the bed and gazed at Mother s sleeping face. The room was dark, but the window was open and the moon shone bright. He could see well enough even through his thick lenses. Mother was pretty. He thought she had always been pretty, but she didn t look like he remembered. It took him a moment to categorize the differences. Fortunately, he had a very good memory for faces. Mother s nose was slightly larger now, and was turned up at the tip. Her eyes were spaced closer together and her lips were thinner. She had lost a little weight, and her forehead was wider, her hair a different color, her neck longer, her cheekbones more prominent. He shook his head and the heavy beak
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at the front of his mask moved back and forth. Why did they always make so much work for him? They shouldn t change so very much. It always made him cross.
Mother opened her eyes and they were not the same color as he remembered. He hesitated, confused, but when she opened her mouth he clapped the ether-soaked cloth over it, held it tight to her face. She struggled for a moment, then relaxed and her arm fell limp over the side of the bed. He picked up her hand and placed it on her chest.
Around on the other side of the bed, Father shifted his position and so the Harvest Man leaned far across Mother s limp body, stretched out his arm, the moist cloth pinched between the ends of his two longest fingers, and shared the ether fumes with Father. When both parents were insensible, he left that room and explored the house. He had been in a hurry earlier and had bolted for the attic without taking his customary tour.
There were two children, both boys, sleeping in a small bed tucked under the staircase. He pushed the plague mask up to the top of his head so he could see them better, enjoying the feel of fresh air on his cheeks and chin. He rubbed his ear. Sometimes it still itched where the top of it had been pulled away. The mask s goggles rested against the back of his head and the long pointed beak stood straight up like a baby bird straining for food. The Harvest Man stood and watched the children s chests move gently up and down. He gazed without affection at the nearest boy s chapped lips, which were parted, the upper lip deeply grooved and dark pink. The boy s eyelids fluttered. The Harvest Man placed his drying face cloth between the children, trusting that the remaining essence of ether would keep them from waking.
He climbed up the stairs above the sleeping boys and retrieved his boots and knife and a coiled length of stout rope from the attic. He sat on the
Mother opened her eyes and they were not the same color as he remembered. He hesitated, confused, but when she opened her mouth he clapped the ether-soaked cloth over it, held it tight to her face. She struggled for a moment, then relaxed and her arm fell limp over the side of the bed. He picked up her hand and placed it on her chest.
Around on the other side of the bed, Father shifted his position and so the Harvest Man leaned far across Mother s limp body, stretched out his arm, the moist cloth pinched between the ends of his two longest fingers, and shared the ether fumes with Father. When both parents were insensible, he left that room and explored the house. He had been in a hurry earlier and had bolted for the attic without taking his customary tour.
There were two children, both boys, sleeping in a small bed tucked under the staircase. He pushed the plague mask up to the top of his head so he could see them better, enjoying the feel of fresh air on his cheeks and chin. He rubbed his ear. Sometimes it still itched where the top of it had been pulled away. The mask s goggles rested against the back of his head and the long pointed beak stood straight up like a baby bird straining for food. The Harvest Man stood and watched the children s chests move gently up and down. He gazed without affection at the nearest boy s chapped lips, which were parted, the upper lip deeply grooved and dark pink. The boy s eyelids fluttered. The Harvest Man placed his drying face cloth between the children, trusting that the remaining essence of ether would keep them from waking.
He climbed up the stairs above the sleeping boys and retrieved his boots and knife and a coiled length of stout rope from the attic. He sat on the
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Autoren-Porträt von Alex Grecian
Alex Grecian worked for an ad agency before returning to writing fiction full-time and raising his son. He is the author of the long-running and critically acclaimed graphic novel series Proof and Rasputin, and is the author of five Murder Squad novels, including Lost and Gone Forever. Grecian lives in Topeka, Kansas, with his wife and son.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Alex Grecian
- 2016, 416 Seiten, Maße: 14,4 x 20,9 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin US
- ISBN-10: 0425282813
- ISBN-13: 9780425282816
- Erscheinungsdatum: 23.03.2016
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for Alex GrecianThe Devil s Workshop is a historical thriller that moves quickly and surely, bringing Jack the Ripper back from the realm of nightmare to the streets of London. Saucy Jack may be one of the most disturbing characters ever written on the page again. Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
In The Harvest Man, Grecian brings his graphic and dramatic skills to bear in a harrowing psychological drama, narrated with a visual accuracy that is the stuff of nightmares. Prepare yourself for a compelling mix of psychological thriller and historical mystery. Booklist (starred review)
Grecian is skilled at creating menacing villains and sympathetic secondary characters. The nonstop action (in The Harvest Man) would make for a strong BBC America series.
Library Journal
Grecian has a remarkable way of pulling the reader in and down, into the swirling dark. We emerge from this tale dazed and awed. The Huffington Post
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