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DI Frank Lyle is about to investigate the most emotionally harrowing case of his career to date. He just doesn’t realise it yet...
1982 - . A teenage girl’s body is discovered on a deserted canal towpath. Lyle struggles to balance work and the demands of his embittered ex-wife, Sarah, but he is getting no closer to finding the killer. Then the wrong man is arrested and dies in custody.
1987 - Lyle is still haunted by his failure to solve the case. Then the victim’s father asks him to reinvestigate. A second murder occurs. Working reluctantly with newly promoted DI Simon Ward, Lyle and his team cover old and new ground. But when the killer is finally unmasked can Lyle deal with the shocking truth of his identity?
This revised edition includes a taster excerpt from Heir to Misfortune plus promotional material from existing and forthcoming DI Frank Lyle series titles
Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / GeneralSince the intriduction of Kindle Unlimited Sales have been appalling and I rarely rise above 100,000 in the rankings. Second Chances is currently ranked at 176,278 and has 11 reviews with a 4 star average.
Potential translators should be aware that, despite a third person prologue, the rest of the books are in multiple first person POV.
One
DI Frank Lyle
The shrill ringing of the telephone disturbed me close to 4 am. I grunted as I rolled over and grabbed the receiver. My head was thick with sleep.
“Frank Lyle’s phone,” I muttered; my tongue cleaving to the roof of my mouth. It was a warm night and as usual the bedclothes had ended up tangled on the floor.
“Boss,” It was Detective Sergeant Sunil Desai.
“Desai, you had better have a bloody good reason for waking me at this ungodly hour,”
“Is the murder of a young girl good enough, Boss?” Desai asked.
Sunil Desai was a second generation British Indian in his mid thirties. He was a good copper’; steady and thorough and he kept both his head and his temper which I sometimes failed to do especially since my wife, Sarah, had left me.
I put down the phone after telling Desai I would be there within the hour. I had a hasty shower and dressed. I downed a cup of lukewarm tea, boiling the kettle was too much of a chore at this ungodly hour. I left the house with my jacket over my arm, running a comb through my blonde hair and nibbling on a shortcake biscuit.
I found Desai standing with two uniforms that were guarding the crime scene. In the distance I could see the tent that had been erected to give the victim some belated privacy.
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Daniel de Souza
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