V. L. McDermid - Clean Break
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Manchester-based, kick-boxing PI Kate Brannigan takes on the hard men of European organised crime as she battles to recover a Monet in a case that stretches love and loyalty to the limits.
Manchester-based private eye Kate Brannigan is not amused when thieves have the audacity to steal a Monet from a stately home where shes arranged security. Shes even less thrilled when the hunt for the thieves drags her on a treacherous foray across Europe as she goes head to head with organized crime. And as if that isnt enough, a routine industrial case starts leaving a trail of bodies across the Northwest, giving Kate more problems than she can deal with.
Cleaning up the mess in Clean Break forces Kate to confront harsh truths in her own life as she battles with a testing array of villains in a case that stretches love and loyalty to the limits.
by Val McDermid
eISBN: 978-1-612-94015-1
an imprint of Bywater Books
in deepest sympathy;
God knows, you need
something to cheer you up.
The usual gang all let me pick their brains to make this a better and more accurate book than it would otherwise have beenCoop, Uncle Lee, BB, Paula, Jai, Brother Brian, Lisanne and Jane, and Julia. I also scrounged assistance from Frankie Hegarty, Fairy Ballie and Diana Muir. Dont blame them if you spot any mistakes. To anyone who recognizes where we went on our holidaysmy heartfelt sympathies.
I dont know much about art, but I know what I dont like. I dont like paintings that go walkabout after Ive set up the security system. I especially dont like them when Ive packed my business partner off to the Antipodes for two months with the calm assurance that I can handle things while hes gone.
The painting in question was a small Monet. When I say small, I mean in size, not in value. It would barely cover the hole my lover Richard punched in the wall of his living room in a moment of drunken ecstasy when Eric Cantona clinched the double for Manchester United, but it was worth a good dozen times as much as both our adjoining bungalows put together. Which, incidentally, they never will be. The painting depicted an apple tree in blossom and not a lot else. You could tell it was an apple tree; according to our office manager Shelley, thats because it was painted quite early on in Monets career, before his eyesight began to go and his whole world started to look like an Impressionist painting. Imagine, a whole artistic movement emanating from one blokes duff eyesight. Amazing what you can learn from the Open University. Shelley started a degree course last year, and what she doesnt know about the history of art Im certainly not qualified to uncover. Its not one of the course options in Teach Yourself Private Dicking.
The Monet in question, called, imaginatively enough, Apple Tree in Blossom, belonged to Henry Naismith, Lord of the Manor of Birchfield with Polver. Henry to his friends, and, thanks to John Majors classless society, to mere tradespeople like me. There were no airs and graces with Henry, but that didnt mean he didnt hide his thoughts and feelings behind his charming faade. Thats how I
I straightened up. This sounded like the kind of start to a Monday morning that makes me wish Id stayed in bed. When did you have in mind, Henry?
As soon as you can. We ah we had a burglary in the night and a chap from the police is popping round for more details. Hell want to know things about the security system that I probably wont be able to answer, and Id be awfully grateful if you could take a run over. All this barely pausing for breath, never mind giving me the opportunity to ask questions.
I didnt have to check the diary to know that I had nothing more pressing than routine inquiries into the whereabouts of a company chairman whose directors were rather eager to ask him some questions about the balance sheet. No problem, I said. Whats missing? I prayed it was going to be the TV and the video.
No such luck. There was silence on the end of the phone. I thought I could hear Henry drawing in a deep breath. The Monet, he said tersely.
My stomach clenched. Birchfield Place was the first security system Id designed and watched installed. My partner Bill Mortensen is the security expert, and hed checked my work, but it was still down to me. Im leaving now, I said.
I drove out through the southern suburbs to the motorway on automatic pilot. Even the inevitable, ubiquitous roadworks didnt impinge. I was too busy reviewing Mortensen and Brannigans involvement with Henry Naismith. When Id seen his original appointment in the office diary, Id thought Shelley was at the wind-up, especially since Id been having one of my periodic anti-monarchy rants only the day before, triggered by the heir to the throne asserting that what was wrong with the country was not enough Shakespeare and smacking of small children. Once I realized the appointment was for real, Id expected some chinless wonder with the sort of inbred stupidity thats only found among
Henry Naismith was in his late twenties, built like an Australian lifeguard with the blond hair to match and with more than enough chin to provide a boxer with a target. According to Whos Who, his only listed recreations were sailing and ocean yacht racing, something I could have guessed for myself the first time I saw him. He had sailors eyes, always looking beyond me to some distant horizon only he could see. His face was burnished a ruddy brown by wind and sun, apart from the white creases round those dark blue eyes. Hed been educated at Marlborough and New College, Oxford. Even though Id grown up there, I didnt think his city of dreaming spires and mine of car factories would give us much in common to reminisce about. He had the same clipped accent as Prince Charles, but in spite of that and everything else, I liked him. I liked anybody who was prepared to get off their backsides and graft. And Henry could graft, no messing. Anyone who tells you yacht racing is a holiday doesnt know an anchor from a wanker.
The newspaper archive database that we use had colored in the outline. Henry had inherited his title, a black and white Tudor manor house in Cheshire, a clutch of valuable paintings and not a lot of readies a couple of years before when his parents had been caught in an avalanche in some chic Alpine resort. Henry had been sailing in the Caribbean at the time. Lifes a bitch, and then you marry one. Only Henry hadnt. Married, that is. He was right up there in the gossip columnists lists of eligible bachelors. Maybe not in the top twenty, on account of the lack of dosh, but the good looks and the tasty gaff put him in the running nevertheless.
Henry had come to us precisely because of the serious deficiencies in the cashflow area. Because his father hadnt anticipated dying at the age of forty-seven, he hadnt got round to the sort of arrangements the landed gentry usually make to avoid the Exchequer getting their mitts on the widows mite. Having done his sums, Henry realized the only way he was going to be able to hang on to the house and the art collection and still spend half the year
The great British public are notoriously sticky-fingered on the stately home circuit. You wouldnt think it to look at the coachloads of little old ladies that roll up on bank holidays, but theyll walk off with anything that isnt actually nailed down, and one or two things that are. This makes insurance companies even more twitchy than usual when it comes to providing cover, which in turn makes the security business a nice little earner for private investigation agencies like us. These days, security makes up about a quarter of our annual turnover, which is why Bill and I had decided I needed to learn that side of the business.
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