Barry Maitland - Chelsea Mansions

PRAISE FOR BARRY MAITLANDS BROCK AND KOLLA SERIES

There is no doubt about it, if you are a serious lover of crime fiction, ensure Maitlands Brock and Kolla series takes pride of place in your collection. Weekend Australian

Barry Maitland is one of Australias finest crime writers. The Sunday Tasmanian

Comparable to the psychological crime novelists, such as Ruth Rendell tight plots, great dialogue, very atmospheric. Sydney Morning Herald

Maitland is a consummate plotter, steadily complicating an already complex narrative while artfully managing the relationships of his characters. The Age

Perfect for a night at home severing red herrings from clues, sorting outright lies from half-truths and separating suspicious felons from felonious suspects. Herald Sun

A leading practitioner of the detective writers craft. Canberra Times

Maitland does a masterly job keeping so many balls in the air while sustaining an atmosphere of genuine intrigue, suspense and, ultimately, dread. He is right up there with Ruth Rendell. Australian Book Review

Forget the stamps, start collecting Maitlands now. Morning Star

Maitland gets better and better, and Brock and Kolla are an impressive team who deserve to become household names. Publishing News

Maitland stacks his characters in interesting piles, and lets his mystery burn busily and bright. Courier-Mail

Barry Maitland is the author of the acclaimed Brock and Kolla series of crime mystery novels set in London, where Barry grew up after his family moved there from Paisley in Scotland where he was born. He studied architecture at Cambridge University and worked as an architect in the UK before taking a PhD in urban design at the University of Sheffield, where he also taught and wrote a number of books on architecture and urban design. In 1984 he moved to Australia to head the architecture school at the University of Newcastle in New South Wales, and held that position until 2000.

The first Brock and Kolla novel, The Marx Sisters , was published in Australia and the UK in 1994, and subsequently in the USA and in translation in a number of other countries, including Germany, Italy, France and Japan. It was shortlisted for the UK Crime Writers Association John Creasey Award for best new fiction, and featured the central two characters of the series, Detective Chief Inspector David Brock, and his younger colleague, Detective Sergeant Kathy Kolla. The sequel, The Malcontenta , was first published in 1995 and was joint winner of the inaugural Ned Kelly Award for best crime fiction by an Australian author. The books have been described as whydunits as much as whodunits, concerned with the devious histories and motivations of their characters. Barrys background in architecture drew him to the structured character of the mystery novel, and his books are notable for their ingenious plots as well as for their atmospheric settings, each in a different intriguing corner of London. In 2008 he published Bright Air , his first novel set in Australia.

Barry Maitland now writes fiction full time, and lives in the Hunter Valley. The full list of his books follows: The Marx Sisters , The Malcontenta , All My Enemies , The Chalon Heads , Silvermeadow , Babel , The Verge Practice , No Trace , Spider Trap , Bright Air and Dark Mirror .

The characters in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

First published in 2011

Copyright Barry Maitland 2011

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We blinked into the bright sunlight, posing on the steps in front of the house, putting on big smiles for the camera. It was a perfect day, my sixteenth birthday, and in my beautiful party dress I felt like a butterfly newly born from the chrysalis of my old life. I had just made my first flight in an airplane, and was for the first time in a foreign country, and was meeting such fascinating people, who spoke to me as an adult.

Say cheese, said the man holding the camera, a very distinguished-looking English gentleman, and we did. I was clutching the posy of flowers that Uncle Gennady had presented to me, with much ceremony, and as I stared at the camera I felt a hand squeeze my arm. I thought it was Mom or Pop, but when the picture was taken I turned and saw that it was Uncle Gennady. He was such a formidable man, his gaze so dark and brooding, that I felt a sudden chill, as if a wind had blown across the steppes and into the square.

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T he grey-haired man made his way slowly through the crowd, frowning with concentration, careful not to spill the two plastic flutes of champagne. A band was playing selections from Gilbert and Sullivan on the sunlit lawn ahead, surrounded by hundreds of people sitting on white plastic seats. It took him a moment to make out his friend among them.

Here we are, he said, handing her a precious drink and sinking with a sigh of relief onto the seat beside her.

Dear Emerson. She smiled at him, noticing the flush on his face. Was there a huge line?

Not when they saw the prices. These cost more than our flights.

She patted his hand. Im sorry. I think youve had enough of this, havent you?

Oh, dont worry about me. Well stay as long as you want.

Ive had a wonderful day, but my feet are getting tired and Id be happy to wander back.

He nodded, hiding his relief. Hed seen more than enough blooms to last the rest of his lifetime. A kind of numbness had set in somewhere inside the vast central marquee in front of yet another spectacular cascade of white or pink or purple flowers, and the rising temperature and crowd numbers had made him feel increasingly uncomfortable.

Youre not sorry I dragged you over here? she asked.

You know Im not. Ive enjoyed every minute. Though I do think you might have let me book us in at the Hilton.

She laughed. But our place has so much more character.

Oh, its got character, all righta manager who cant see, a concierge who cant speak, and a bellboy who cant walk.

Thats cruel, Emerson.

But true. And you still havent told me why you picked it.

Its a secret, but I will tell you, when Im good and ready.

A mystery, eh? Wont you give me a clue?

Its a ghost story, but I wont say any more than that.