R.J. Ellory - City of Lies

Praise for R. J. Ellory

CITY OF LIES

Ellory writes taut, muscular prose that at its best is almost poetic... City of Lies is a tense and pacy thriller taking the reader into a world of secrets, betrayal and revenge

Yorkshire Post

A gripping thriller with many twists and turns

Womans Weekly

CANDLEMOTH

An ambitious first novel... incisive, often beautiful writing

The Times

You know youre on to something from the opening line... compelling, insightful, moving and extremely powerful

Sydney Morning Herald

GHOSTHEART

This compelling novel, with its shock dnouement, is both beautifully written and skilfully crafted and confirms Ellory as one of crime fictions new stars

Sunday Telegraph

Genuinely heartbreaking... an extremely vivid, moving picture of the human condition, Ghostheart is a superb tale of tragedy and revenge

Big Issue

A QUIET VENDETTA

With exquisite pace and perfect timing, R. J. Ellory has given us a piercing assessment of the nature of love, loyalty and obsessive revenge, not to mention a deep understanding of la cosa nostra

Guardian

A sprawling masterpiece covering 50 years of the American dream gone sour... [A] striking novel that brings to mind the best of James Ellroy

Good Book Guide

A QUIET BELIEF IN ANGELS

A Quiet Belief in Angels is a beautiful and haunting book. This is a tour de force from R. J. Ellory

Michael Connelly

This is compelling, unputdownable thriller writing of the very highest order

Guardian

Once again R. J. Ellory shows off his special talents... it confirms his place in the top flight of crime writing

Sunday Telegraph

R.J. Ellory is the bestselling author of numerous novels. A Quiet Belief in Angels, a Richard & Judy Book Club selection in 2008, was shortlisted for the Barry Award, the 813 Trophy, the Quebec Booksellers Prize and was winner of the Nouvel Observateur Crime Fiction Prize. His work has been translated into over twenty languages worldwide. R.J. Ellory currently lives in England.

www.rjellory.com

By R. J. Ellory

Candlemoth

Ghostheart

A Quiet Vendetta

City of Lies

A Quiet Belief in Angels

R. J. ELLORY

AN ORION EBOOK

First published in Great Britain in 2006 by Orion
This ebook first published in 2010 by Orion Books

Copyright R. J. Ellory Publications Ltd 2006

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of this work has been asserted in accordance with the
Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

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All the characters in this book are fictitious,
and any resemblance to actual persons,
living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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ISBN: 978 1 4091 2429 0

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Dedicated to
Jimmy the Saint
Frank White
Cody Jarrett
Johnny Rocco
Tom Reagan
Jimmy Conway

To Jon: editor extraordinaire, partner-in-crime.

To Genevieve and Juliet; everyone at Orion.

To Euan: challenging my prose, preserving my humour.

To Robyn: incisive, endlessly patient.

To my brother, Guy; my son, Ryan.

To my wife: the only woman who told me how to behave and got away with it.

A hundred times have I thought New York is a catastrophe, and fifty times: It is a beautiful catastrophe.

Le Corbusier

Always you must play yourself. But it will be an infinite variety.

Constantin Stanislavski An Actor Prepares

Old man crawled out of the doorway on his hands and knees. Crawled out like a dog.

Sound from his mouth almost inhuman, face all twisted, like someone had taken hold of his hair and screwed his features a few inches backwards.

Blood on his hands, on the sidewalk. Blood on his knees. Made it to the kerb and then collapsed forward.

Smell in the air like snow, cool and crisp.

Later, people would be asked what they remembered most clearly, and all of them one for one and without exception would speak about the blood.

Snow didnt come. Not that night. Would come a few days later perhaps, maybe in time for Christmas.

Had it come there would have been blood in that snow, spooling around the old man as he lay there, twitching and mouthing while cabs flew by and people went from one part of their lives to yet another; while New York made it safely out of one long day and hoped the next would be somehow better.

Such is the way of the world some would say, grateful for the fact that it had not been them, had not in fact been anyone they knew and that, if nothing else, was some small saving grace.

People were stabbed and shot, strangled, burned, drowned and hung; people were killed in automobile accidents, in freak twists of nature; people walked from their houses every day believing that it would be a day no different from any other. But it was.

The old man lay on the sidewalk until someone called the police. An ambulance came; police helped the medics put the old man on a stretcher and lift him in back of the vehicle.

He try to stop the guy with the gun, a Korean man told the officer after the ambulance had peeled away, cherry-bar flashing, lights ablaze. It was a Sunday evening; the traffic was as quiet as it would get.

Who the hell are you? the officer said.

I own liquor store.

Liquor store? What liquor store?

Liquor store down there. The man pointed. Some guy robbing the store... some guy with a gun, and the old man went for him

The old man tried to stop a guy robbing your store? the officer asked.

He did... guy was trying to rob the store. He had gun. He was pointing gun at my wife, and then old man come down the aisle and went for the guy. Guy got real scared and shot the old man. Dont think he mean to shoot anyone, but old man scared him and the guy lost it.

And where did the guy go?

Took off down the street.

The officer looked down the street as if such a thing would serve a purpose. He went that way?

The man nodded. Yes, that way.

You better come with me then... you better come to the precinct and make a statement. You could look at some pictures and see if you recognize him.

Who?

The one with the gun... the one who tried to rob you.

Oh, the store owner said. I thought you mean old man. The officer shook his head. Sometimes he wondered about people, how they managed to make it through each day.

The owners wife came down from the liquor store later, maybe half an hour or so. She carried a bucket, hot soapy water inside, in her hand a mop. She cleaned down the sidewalk, sluiced the blood into the gutter, and she too thought such is the way of the world